I try to be nice as much as I can with strangers but sometimes, the world does not roll things out the way you want them to.
Strangers can sometimes be the biggest asses. 'But still, try to be nice', says the nice Angel sitting on my right shoulder. 'Bitch back', scolds the evil Devil perched on my left.
What we do to others is our business. What they do to us is theirs.
I've sat down with myself wondering where my old, carefree, 20-year-old something self has gone, sure. But I've never really categorized myself as someone who was tired of life.
I am tired of vacuuming, not life.
Even as I navigate the morning rush with a quick trip to the restaurant to tapau (takeaway) breakfast before dashing home to manage the bookends of everyday life extremes, mean folks are lurking around in unsuspecting corners.
As much control as we think we have over our daily platter of surprises, our finger isn't actually hovering over the button. We wake up to see what's already done, what needs to be done, what we can do and get our asses moving in the general direction of our life goals. The control is in setting the navigation going, and not on the variables.
The variables, therefore, lies in the possible mistakes and fumbles. Everyday is a chance to make mistakes so that we can be closer to our successes.
It's about keeping your eyes on the ball and open to every granted moment. You remember the shadows of the past without it holding you back, and appreciate every single breath.
I've stopped looking at it that way. Death is actually an extra limb. It is already there when you were born. There's really no reason to fear death because it is going to get you whether you like it or not, so, why do we get our knickers in a knot over the when and why? There is none.
In a strange way, I've come a full circle to be a little bit more like my old carefree self. A little LESS reckless, maybe. Getting hammered and sauntering into the house at 5 am in the morning is unbecoming of someone my...ahem...age. 😂😅 Not that I'm old, of course.
Every moment I get to be here is precious to me now.
Have an amazing weekend and grab every single second of your life by the neck and choke the goodness out of it! Don't let it tell you 'No' because....f--- you, time is fleeting, damn it, so, cough it up! 😝
LOL,
Marsha
Strangers can sometimes be the biggest asses. 'But still, try to be nice', says the nice Angel sitting on my right shoulder. 'Bitch back', scolds the evil Devil perched on my left.
What we do to others is our business. What they do to us is theirs.
We must realize how ridiculous all this worrying is. Being entirely dependent on others to experience self-worth is not healthy. There’s no point in being a people pleaser - 10 Brutal Truths about Life (Ideapod)I've stopped being dependent on what others think of what I do, not because I have become a decrepit, old geezer (woman-version, of course), sitting on my rocking chair being jaded and bitter about life experiences, nor have I become an anti-social hermit hiding from the world. I will have to put the boots on the ground to get things done around here.
I've sat down with myself wondering where my old, carefree, 20-year-old something self has gone, sure. But I've never really categorized myself as someone who was tired of life.
I am tired of vacuuming, not life.
Even as I navigate the morning rush with a quick trip to the restaurant to tapau (takeaway) breakfast before dashing home to manage the bookends of everyday life extremes, mean folks are lurking around in unsuspecting corners.
As much control as we think we have over our daily platter of surprises, our finger isn't actually hovering over the button. We wake up to see what's already done, what needs to be done, what we can do and get our asses moving in the general direction of our life goals. The control is in setting the navigation going, and not on the variables.
It's about keeping your eyes on the ball and open to every granted moment. You remember the shadows of the past without it holding you back, and appreciate every single breath.
At one time or another, we’ve all been guilty of caring too much about what other people might think. We hesitate to be innovative, creative, or to speak up because no one wants to be told that his ideas suck, or her plan was just a big mistake - How to Stop Caring About What Other People Think (Time)But if there's one thing that's changed me recently, I would say death did. I used to fear death because it is like the Voldemort of Real Life. It's like...OUT...THERE...WAITING TO GET YOU.
I've stopped looking at it that way. Death is actually an extra limb. It is already there when you were born. There's really no reason to fear death because it is going to get you whether you like it or not, so, why do we get our knickers in a knot over the when and why? There is none.
In a strange way, I've come a full circle to be a little bit more like my old carefree self. A little LESS reckless, maybe. Getting hammered and sauntering into the house at 5 am in the morning is unbecoming of someone my...ahem...age. 😂😅 Not that I'm old, of course.
Every moment I get to be here is precious to me now.
Have an amazing weekend and grab every single second of your life by the neck and choke the goodness out of it! Don't let it tell you 'No' because....f--- you, time is fleeting, damn it, so, cough it up! 😝
LOL,
Marsha
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