So much for writing something every day. For months now, I've been trying that "wake up every morning and make yourself do something you need/want to do" piece of advice that I read somewhere on the internet. For months now, I've failed miserably.
One of my friends suggested writing about how I have nothing to say. Isn't that kind of Seinfeld-ish? I don't know, but I know, after giving the notion considerable thought, that I still have plenty to say. My audience is what concerns me. People don't seem to grow, learn, or care enough to think outside the box of their own existence. People lack the ability and desire to use that most valuable tool... perspective... in order to see a slice of life from any view other than their own. I guess folks think that, if they acknowledge that there's another way out there, that must mean one option is "right" and another is "wrong". Maybe that's the case in some instances but not in every instance. Well... maybe I'm at a point in life where I simply don't want to argue with ignorant people anymore.
and it all boils down to this.
when I struggled with my life, I saw all these people around me who seemed to "get it", and I resented the hell out of them. It seemed so easy for them. They were my age or older, they weren't struggling, and they seemed to have a grasp on all those little life secrets that made everything so fucking grand. They'd spew forth some pearl of wisdom from time to time, and I'd sit there and think how full of shit they were... they made it seem sooooo easy, and it just HAD to be something a lot more complex than that... at least for MY life because they'd never had the same struggles I had experienced... but...
one day, something clicked.
and I began to see that most of them were right. not only for their own lives, but for mine as well because, in essence, how different was it truly? and... yeah... it really was that simple. that realization made me feel kind of stupid. on the surface, many of these things I've learned, many of the tools I've used in my growth and learning process have been relatively simple... why was I so dismissive of it? why had I been so hard-headed about acknowledging that my struggle was not exclusive to me?
I guess I think if some hard-headed dipshit like myself can eventually "get it", then everyone else should be able to. That's just not the case, and I need to realize I can't force that to happen for others. I think that's where I am now. I think I need to sit back and remember those who value it.
perspective.
I'll be forever grateful for it.
