“Don’t dwell on things. Don’t stay in one place too long.
It was the only way to stay ahead of sadness.”
“That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt”
Well. Let’s just say Life is best lived moving. Moving forward, sideways and even stepping back on occasion.
Why? Because trailing behind you almost every step in Life is sadness, pain and maybe regret. Suffice it to say that wherever you go there are a bunch of less than desirable things that keep close behind you awaiting you to stop.
The good news is that they just aren’t really fast enough to catch you.
The bad news is that they just relentlessly pursue until they have the opportunity to step up beside you.
And when you do stop moving?
They all have a nasty habit of demanding attention by tapping you on the shoulder and say “remember me?”
And, more often than not, as we stare back at them all we can see is all the shit we didn’t really see when we were moving and all the shit we didn’t really feel because we were doing something else.
I am not suggesting up to this point most people ignore this shit, just that we are busy getting on with getting on.
It is only when you stop <mentally or physically> that we are faced with all the ‘less thans’ and all the ‘imperfections’ and all the pain and all the sadness which you had left trailing behind you as you encountered the ‘more thans’ in Life and the ‘improvements’ and the good feelings and the happiness most often associated with ‘getting on’ with Life … ‘being actively engaged with Life’ may be another way to say it .
But here is the unfortunate Life truth. Life demands you stop at some point. You have to <unless you are a robot>.
And when you do all that stuff that has been shadowing you wherever you have gone, well, they all demand to be felt. I would be remiss if I didn’t point out here that Life is strewn with things which demand to be felt. So many it can create some sensory overload. So many that in the overload it becomes difficult to discern what is actually being felt and from what the ‘felt’ is coming from.
Sure. Some things stand out and you can clearly see the cause of what you are feeling, but most times everything, the less thans & imperfections & pain & sadness, all stand around you bludgeoning you with whatever they have at hand to a fairly numbing degree. And maybe it is because of that we numb ourselves to as many things as possible figuring it is the only way to manage our way thru the onslaught of things demanding and demanding and demanding.
The clamor of their cries for attention seems deafening if you listen too closely.
For all the happy horse shit ‘think positive’ crap around us in general Life, while Life certainly isn’t always despair & disappointment, it is more often than not involves a series of fairly gymnastic bobbing & weaving on our part in the attempt to avoid less than moments and disappointments and sadness and some pain.
For some reason <and I am sure there is some research somewhere on this>, but we remember the tears more than the laughter, the unhappiness stronger than the happiness and the failures more than the successes.
Maybe it is Life’s way of insuring we don’t get too confident.
Maybe it is Life’s way of insuring we pay attention to Life.
Maybe it is Life’s way of insuring we don’t get complacent.
I don’t know.
What I do know is that you have to work a little and have to work seemingly too hard sometimes, to stay ahead of the shit that inevitably dogs our steps – the sadness in other words.
Everyone stops at some point.
But, in the end, regardless of what demands to be felt it really comes down to one, and only one, thing.
“We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.”
“The trick is in what one emphasizes.
We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy.
The amount of work is the same.”