As cliche and overworn as it may sound, life truly is what you make it. Hell is always a very real possibility, if you let it be. The comfort within that is that heaven is just as true. I want to feel excited for the present moment and eager for the next. It doesn’t just appear. It takes focus of perception. Effort. Awareness. Life will happen with or without your consent, your input. This is where misery comes from. Allowing it to just happen. Offering no direction or anticipation or interest. When we expect the life of our dreams to just appear, to just be, we will always be let down. It is necessary to perpetually put in the work. To make it happen. There is no shame in sitting back to enjoy the view but first you must plant the flowers.
That’s what I’m doing now. Giving myself what I know I need. Doing The Work is much less miserable than we make it. For some reason we fill ourselves with dread, with resentment, towards bettering ourselves. We make it big and scary. Off-putting. Putting it off. If we can teach ourselves to embrace the effort- to find comfort in improvement, it becomes something we can enjoy. Look forward to. It’s like procrastinating- as if doing nothing is really that satisfying. Lose the attachment to “easy.” Boredom strikes and we hold it close. Allowing it to direct us into nothingness. No more. I don’t want that. It’s fulfilling to impress yourself. To try. To learn. I know that when I succumb to the urge of nothing, to throwing away my time and my energy, it fills me with anxiety. With longing. With guilt. I fought this for a while before I realized. There is nothing wrong with rest, but you must first need it. In order for me to enjoy relaxation it can’t be all that I do. It’s a vicious circle. Cycle. Cyclical. This has nothing to do with money or the capitalist notion of production. But with the self. Myself. I deserve my effort and energy. I deserve to create the life I want. And if I’m not taking steps in that direction, I am taking a break from a life I hate rather than taking a break from progress and growth. Taking a step back to enjoy the view rather than catch my breath.
Making myself more me. Yeah. That’s it.