What if nothing was wrong? Would you even be able to handle it?
It's hard to settle into being content. Truly. There's this itch at the nape of our necks that we feel when the couch fills up, the living room gets a bit too loud, the road a bit too smooth. For so many years and reasons, this was a good thing. It kept our ancestors from getting pounced on by lionesses or leaving the door unlocked. We check and double check our lot in life and bounce it off the information we've gathered from the experiences of others. It's not an inherently bad thing. The hard part is making sure it's awareness versus full-on waiting. At least that's what the podcasts are telling me. It begs the question-
Again, would we be able to handle being consistently happy? Not happiness in absence of sadness, but the whole, larger concept of Happiness? Sometimes I'm not so sure. At least not yet.
There is no stress when tragedy strikes. The horrible thing already happened. Look back and you might find that there is immense freedom in the floodgates failing. When everything goes wrong, suddenly getting your botched food order gets put into perspective- because at least you've got food. No-replies from friends can't hurt because at least they're around. If a girl doesn't like you, it's a blessing because you weren't sure you'd be able to afford a date anyway. I think a lot of young people have severe cases of emotional dyslexia.
But the beauty is that once we know, we can put in the hours to remedy that. One day we will be able to smile with our eyes and every tooth when friends pack into our houses but the AC is on the frits. The day will be less about pieces off the board and more about loving the game.
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