I think life is getting good again. Just two minutes ago I was feeling overwhelmed by the reality of life…

I guess I was feeling emotional. Think about your childhood. When you enjoy life, you think of the good memories. All the running, jumping, the shapes of the clouds you resemble to a cartoon you watched two days ago during a hot Wednesday afternoon. The endless bursts of energy you had. Life was good; it was simple. 

Yet, when you feel overwhelmed, when life acts as a splinter you can’t seem to take off, you think all the things you had, all the downs and ups. Because you want to resonate that feeling to your childhood. But now, you got no one to pick you up from the ground. Nobody is gonna help you stop the bleeding; the wound needs to be taken care of.

At these times, you realize that you are the trusted adult in your life. So wipe your tears and stand up. Being realistic is not being harsh to yourself. When you accept that nobody is coming to help you, when that realization kicks in, that’s the time you can actually lead your own path. I guess that’s growing up.

And these are the beginning; you will suffer more, but the choice of accepting that suffering and adding peace into your life is up to you. Accepting that no one is perfect. They are not you, and you are not them. You are raised differently. Your stream of consciousness flows differently than mine. And that’s the beauty of life. Accepting that you are beautiful the way you are. 

No one has yet mastered the Art of Living, but the ones who tried died peacefully.