Falling Days
I've got a lot to say about how my attitude has directly affected my ability to enjoy life. Having major life events recently giving my perspective a 'reset' it's been nice to take in the world from the perspective I idealize - even if I don't get to see through it every day.
They say the trouble with idealism is that life isn't ideal, period.
I have become resigned to being worn down and my idealism fading away into fatalism. We're all gonna die man, and everyone you know and everything you care about will be dust. Seriously? Yes it can be a helpful perspective, especially when you're stuck caring about something that has ho tangible value to anyone besides yourself but it's hardly a philosophy to live by.
I don't care if that's true that we always lose it all in the end or not because I don't control that.
What I *do* control is me, and I'm on this ride till the check hits the table and I have to cash out.
I get to decide what, when, and how to feel about everything. Me. I do. I get to and not only do I get to, but the choices I make, things I chose to believe shapes how I perceive my very existence and that shapes how life actually is for me.
There's nothing more profound here than that. Just a blatant; if something in my life isn't going right and I'm unhappy - I'm the only one with the power to change it. No one else. My happiness doesn't rely on something someone else says or does, it rests solely on what I say and do.
If I ever forget that again, I'll gladly take a slap from anyone to snap me out of such delusions that I'm somehow powerless and that the wrongs of others excuses me from being accountable as the driver of my destines.
Love & Peace.


