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The Thing About Life

Let me start off by telling you some good news. It has passed and you will never experience that again.

Now let me tell you a bad one. It has passed and you will never experience that again.

There are instances we wish we could freeze and frame forever. Like, even when you're living in it, you will feel a kind of ache within yourself over the fact that it will end at one point in time. And there are other moments you just want to get done with and leave the whole thing behind. You've had enough. It has drained you to the point where you want to be rid of it as soon as possible.

This is life- a remix tape of the same two scenarios over and over again. This is life until your death.

The highs and lows are a part of our existence. We cannot choose to keep the good part and avoid the bad. We have to learn to balance it both. We should cherish the good moments and enjoy them to the best of our capability whether it is with our loved ones or by ourselves. Learn to live in the moment. No- every second might not be perfect. Even at the best moments of our lives, there might be something lurking around the corner to weigh down on us. But we have control over how deep it can take us. We might not believe it but we really do. Things can only affect us as long as we let it. So take heed of that.

If you're sensitive, you might probably lack the strength to feign much indifference even over small matters. And it might affect you even if you don't want it to. And that's completely fine too. Because lows are a part of our lives as well- we just have to accept that fact and learn to live with it.

"All of life is peaks and valleys. Don't let the peaks get too high and the valleys too low."

-John Wooden



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