I used to death-grip life, but felt the pangs of early-onset arthritis.
I wanted what I wanted, and nothing else mattered to me.
I wasn’t open to anything outside of my own ideas of what life was supposed to be, and those who know me, know since youth I was quite the mini dictator.
What I failed to understand back then was how miserable my own attitude made me. Holding onto ideas too tightly makes you stiff, mentally fatigued and insecure. Worse of all- it makes you miserable.
Living “the good life” is a choice.
One that’s made when you let go. The irony of it all, I finally found my passion- my long lost love -who, at one point, I believed I existed for.
All I ever wanted was HER- my calling/purpose. I think we all do, and while don’t get me wrong, it’s FIRE AF having, it’s not everything.
How much you get out of something is dependent on you.
If I burn, if everything goes down around me, if I lose it all- it’ll hurt, but f**k it, life goes on.
That’s my attitude.
I realized something important recently, nearly everything we “have” we can lose in an instant.
It’s all up for grabs, especially your life… it’s rented.
I know its cliche, but we forget it too often.
Don’t ever define yourself by what you have, because you don’t really have shit. You just float through different stages, until you reach the end.
For me, I’ll just take it all in day by day and play.
If the universe wants to f**k with me, I’ll laugh at it. The genre of your life is your choice, mine is a comedy/action movie.
#StayFoolish
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