Life is too short to be desolate.
Midday musings
I strive to live life on my own terms, often acting upon things as per my inclination, without causing any inconvenience to others. I would stay in a situation if it caters to my needs and get out of it if it doesn't. Life is too short to be lived dismally.
But there are moments and circumstances when it is a Sisyphean task to break out of a crisis, an overarching mess that upends your already undulated life. What do you do when no escape seems probable?
I do the old chestnut—I try to remind myself that nothing is permanent, that all this chaos is temporary and I can pull through; it takes time, but surprisingly it always works!
I believe that life is like an ocean, sometimes the water is calm and at other times, there are tides in the billowing moana.
Whenever pulsating waves crash against the shore, every sand particle gets stirred up, and when they recede, a lot of sand gets washed away with them. In this waxing and waning, the shore is renewed with new sand replacing the old one as everything evens out.
Similarly, the ebb and flow of life is a turbulence that we must endure in order to change. Every pain that we live through changes us and brings new things which might not always be easy but are important for us to grow, and as a result, we become resilient like nature.
After all, who better than mother nature to teach us adaptability. Her box of wisdom overflows with some wonderful things and I try to be one of her most amenable disciples, because life is too short to be desolate!
