Life.
It's full of choices. What to eat, where to go, what to do, etc. As the Matrix famously taught us, we can’t see pass the choices we haven't made.
That's deep.
Basically, whenever we make a choice, a whole new future arrises. Depending on your views of multi-verse theory, we can’t really go back and make the other choice or go a different direction.
For me, the choice of pressing on through hardship is probably the most difficult. If you’ve talked to me ever, you know struggle with lots of health issues and disease. A friend asked me the other day why I choose to fight. It came down to simply two choices: give up and die, or fight and survive.
I choose to fight.
Fighting is never easy; and for many of us our daily battles look different. Whether to press on or not is ultimately a choice for the average person. We all have something in our lives that could destroy us, but greatness doesn’t come to those who don’t press on through the battles.
I wish I could take all the pain away in the world. I wish that I could make everyone’s life full of life size fish pillows and high fives, but the reality is that I can’t, and no one can. Part of our humanity is trial. No living creature lives without fighting. From the largest trees to the smallest bacterium, each is striving to make its mark and pass on its genes.
This isn’t some “just be positive” pep talk. I’m certainly not always in a great mood. Especially when my symptoms fair up like the nostrils of a frat boy at a night club watching his girl get talked to; I just wanna find a dark cave to throw rocks at for a good hour.
The beauty in all this is that as we fight, we start to know our triggers for depression and our weaknesses. A good fighter knows their weaknesses and strengths, and trains and fights accordingly.
Honesty moment: for me, emotional dependency is my greatest weakness.
I become anxious if I don’t get enough laughs. I get worried if I can’t talk to enough cute girls that day. I become scared if my friends bail on me.
I’m not insecure or anything (wink wink).
As I’ve become aware of these faults, I’ve learned to place my worth in value in things that matter. On things that will not fail me. I fight because I love people and believe in a higher purpose for all us. That life is more than simply eat, sleep and reproduce.
I fight because death is losing its sweetness as I realize the beauty that still remains on this planet, and the beauty above it.
Hold on. Keep going. Buy a waffle and share it with a friend. This is a call to encourage all the fighters out there, and for those who are lost in the wilderness to come out and live once again.
Peace.
