“In one year from now, you will feel like you wasted your time even thinking about this crap!”
Could be.
But I could also find myself in a place in which I desperately try to bury myself under my own self-pity and overwhelming sadness.
Yet, at some point, there will be no more “one year” ahead of me anyways, and then it’s all over nonetheless. Still, why should I have to wait for one more long year to make it through these nasty circumstances which turned out to become my life?
And why can’t we all just care a little less about such (ultimately meaningless) crap like that right now?
I don’t want to come across ignorant, I know why we all do it: Because deep down we DO care. We wouldn’t get emotional about things which aren’t essential to us.
But isn’t there a big difference between being emotionally invested into something, or letting your whole life be dictated by such emotional rollercoasters?
So, shouldn’t we then all ground ourselves in something deeper and more profound than such shallow and superficial things?
As we all begin to mature and learn that constant change is inevitable and ever-present, we also learn that the only constant within the chaos remains ourselves.
It’s the foundation everything is built upon. And no matter how much our outer world gets shred into pieces, eventually, there is something underneath it which can never be touched or harmed. And therefore it remains right there, restless and equally powerful, ready to arise anew into a new variation of this ever-so-changing life, once it’s required to do so.
At least until that part also gets washed away to make room for something new once more. And so the circle continues.
The question now remains:
Do we continue to waste our precious (and limited) energy to go against life itself and live in bitter resistance, or do we (at least try to) embrace the inevitable ups and downs and enjoy this messy ride as best as we can?
