I’m sick of hearing people say “everything will be all right.” No. It won’t, and that’s okay.
If we take a moment to kick the sugar-coated, romanticized, dreamy fantasies, out of perspective we realize that life is anything but “Candyland.”
Life is a journey; an adventure, a road, a hot air balloon…bla…bla bla…blaaaaaaa. Save it, because at one point or another along our “journey” we are all bound to realize that we cling to these romantic misconceptions to cope with the fact that life beats us up, and puts us through utter, and complete bullshit for no good reason.
We try our best to unravel a mystery that just isn’t there; this happened so that this could happen, and that other horrible thing happened so that so and so would meet me; believe what you want, but psychological fact is that our minds are hard wired to dig up patterns.
We’re bobble headed bimbos trying to cling to this falsehood that entropy works in our own, personal, favor.
These factors feed into our own disappointment, because life isn’t idealistic, it has a mind of its own, and frolics along its own course, regardless of our desires.
Sometimes it’s better not to dream, not to cling to an unlikely possibility, because it’s when these perceptions don’t come true, that we find ourselves at the bottom of a rut, unable to dig ourselves out.
Certainly, dream, embrace the gift that is human consciousness, but do, distinguish fact from fantasy.
People often say “everything happens for a reason” or “find the silver lining,” and this immediately primes the mind to keep its eye open for that reason; we bring to life a silver lining that does not necessarily exist. I find that it’s easier to heal, and to venture out, taking life’s blows, when we accept that there is no real reason behind it all.
When bad things happen, society consoles us with the idea that good things will come our way, since we’ve been through “so much.” Life, doesn’t work that way. It doesn’t sit there, focused on weighing the pros and cons of our lives, because if that were the case, wouldn’t the millions of aching stomachs around the globe be fed, wouldn’t the homeless, subway campers, be warm and safe, war zone, bombing victims, educated, and united with loved ones?
Everybody has problems. If pretending that life is some mystical journey helps you sleep at night, then so be it, but do yourself a favor and acknowledge that reality is, unfortunately, a thing.
I feel as though the only beautiful factor of this “journey,” is the ability to suffer together; to find people along the road, battling their own demons, and learning to accept the harsh realities of our universe, together. Don’t let them go, in the end, they’re all that truly matter. Life will never be okay, but the struggle hurts less, when we’re in this together.
I don’t know how we got here, or why we’re predisposed to, and pre-programmed to suffer, but we’re here, for whatever reason you wish to attach. I guess the only thing left to do is fill the emptiness we feel inside, with those close to our hearts.
