Welcome To The Writer's Mind
“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.”
Life: it's complicated.
And yet you manage to somehow take care of things, to keep trying to do your best, to move along and get the job done. This is the drive that you have inside you, the moment you wake up and realize it's another day it's the moment when this drive kicks in. You are ready to take on the day and the struggles that might come your way, even though sometimes you might not think so. You do your best. You look up and you tell God or whoever is that you believe in to "do your worst" because deep inside this drive poses a challenge to the struggles coming your way, they are aware that their one and only job is to produce stress in your life in order to keep you behind. But you are strong. You manage. You keep on fighting the good fight, call it cliche, but it is what it is. Your job is to continue fighting because every day is a struggle, no matter what you do, where you are, or who you are with.
You see, this drive to do things is what makes each one of us different from the rest. Not everyone out there in the world is like you. Not everyone out there can handle stress and fight struggles the same way you do. Some are not as strong, some are stronger. What differentiates them from you are the following things:
1) the will to fight is influenced by something different.
2) we all have a "pyramid," a "support system" that prevent us from falling apart.
3) the challenges that we face in a day-to-day basis are completely different; however, if they are the same as the next-door guy's, then it is how we choose to deal with them that set us apart.
It is up to us to realize why we make the choices we make each day. A really smart man once told me everything happens for a reason, and to this moment I believe it. There are no random occurrences, believe what you want, but for me, this is very important to keep in mind. We cannot take a struggle that we face in a day and decide that it happened because of coincidence or that it was a random effect. I am a firm believer that when something happens, it acts as a catalyst to something else, someplace else, and to someone else. There are way too many people on Earth to not influence each other by at least a little. Think about it in this fake scenario: a child is playing in the street and does not see an incoming car. A student walking by that same sidewalk because he chose to walk instead of bike to school sees the little child. He jumps in to save her, and he does, but putting himself at risk and eventually getting hit by the car. What can happen next here? We need to take into consideration whether this student had family, a close friend or perhaps a girlfriend. How does this event, whether he lives or dies after the collision affect these individuals and their life? What if the student can't reach the child at the moment and the child is instead hurt? There are many factors that could occur in this scenario, many ways in which it can unfold, but we don't know that do we? We act as observers here, we cannot manipulate this scenario. We can in our minds, but if it were to happen in real life, if we are acting as outsiders, far away from this scene, can we change the course of the event?
You see...life is complicated.
But we make do, don't we? Somehow. We have to make do.
***The Truth is Complicated***
“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”
A Dream by Edgar Allen Poe
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?