While we're writing our stories, some people are gathering notes for their first draft. They refuse to see their spent days as a part of this ongoing draft they're writing. We have sympathy for innocence because of children and this sympathy can easily be for denials too. In the story of life, there are no pre-notes. Everything adds to the draft as time ticks in addition to whatever is spent. Some people go through life believing their life is not real. That somewhere, in some future their lives will truly and properly begin. They see today as a placeholder for tomorrow and tomorrow as a placeholder for next tomorrow and the next and the next until their supposed days finally arrive.
When you're in despair, it gives relief to fantasize about some prosperous alternative days. It seems to be an escape from the current state of things.
It is vital to dream. However, what happens when all you do is dream and sleepwalk in reality? You would have spent a lot of time that you won't get back on pseudo reminiscence of scenarios instead of building some real-time experience. As you would know, it is one thing to know something, it is another to experience it.
We ought to get a hang of time. I wish we could. Some people are motivated to fight an enemy more than they are to help a friend. We move to help with the reciprocating value of our actions in mind. We focus on the cup of tears of our enemies, not the cup of our shared tears of joy. When you see yourself as a challenger rather than a samaritan, you're likely to see fights that aren't there or fight fights that aren't worth fighting. Don't work for your enemy more than you would for your friend. Our life is too short for that as time ticks in addition. Be a good samaritan to your time. Make sense of your time. Let it be a good friend to you.
Messi won the World Cup and all is right with the world for me and a lot of people. During the highly intense final match, under a lot of high blood pressure, I wondered what it'd mean for me personally if Messi wins the World Cup. I figured I wanted him to have a better story. I wanted to tell a better story about him. I'm invested in his story and I wanted it to be better. We're all trying to better our stories even with the smallest of things like how we dress. We're trying to get people invested in our stories and tell better stories of us for ourselves and everyone else. As I said in this Letter
We understand everything through stories as they give us perspective and permission to either like or dislike. We cannot tell better stories of ourselves if we don't believe our stories have actually begun. What you scrape off your history or abandon isn't out of history; your time ticks in addition.
As a kid, I was seldom seen or acknowledged by adults. I'm seldom seen or acknowledged even now as an adult. Those who notice me (even then as a kid or now) either sense my unique set of unidentified problems or my rare set of qualities. I was either left alone or praised as someone who would grow up to be a magnificent person. This is still the case. Either way, I live in my well-stimulated daydreams a lot to cope. But my best days have all come from experiencing real events available to me on days that didn't go as my boisterous mind orchestrated. Somehow time slip by a lot faster now than ever and it is getting harder to judiciously register a lot of experiences.
This is what I want us to go into our new calendars with. We can make mistakes, relearn, unlearn, repeat, reawake and re-inspire. We cannot have do-overs or rewrites. Time ticks in addition and so should our experience. Let's cherish our days and utilize our experience to better our experience in the future. Let's strive to better our story.
Peace to every version of you.
Ah! I felt this with every fiber of my being. I too spend entirely too much time in the dreamworld. Thank you for this gentle wakeup call to be more present in my own story. Keep writing friend!
Thank you so much for being here,y friend.