Before you go getting excited thinking this about cocaine races, let me clarify:
When I say “speed bumps”, I mean them in reference to our lives. Many people seemingly need to reach a certain point of life-threatening stagnancy before any form of internal “fire” kicks up inside them, as they are consumed with the unfinished threads of “best before” dates, unrequited loves, and the turmoil of being wrapped up in the cycle of doing the same fucking things every SINGLE FUCKING DAY. Hung-up on missed opportunities and comfortable pieces of nostalgia, or the very safety of said routine.
WHAT LANDS US THERE:
LOSS – Be it love, opportunity, advancement, time, drive, or even joy, each of these aspects can be powerful enough to make someone feel incredibly isolated. Sure, they can still be the chipper, always-a-laugh, kind of person you’ve always known on the surface, but they may also be unable to maintain that facade, and that SHOULD NEVER be seen as weakness. I like to think that the bygone age of ” I tough guy. Make muscles big. Win sports war. Tear ducts removed at age 7″ thing is only not an uproarious cliche to bodybuilders and roidheads. Almost fucking nothing in life necessitates being 300 pounds, all-beef, 1% body fat, but I digress. I believe failed/failing relationship (not solely of the romantic variety) are one of the biggest bumps we can hit as we roll through our lives, placing us uncomfortably high-centered on memories and friendship formed within, and the evaluations of how much we wish those new people and paths to remain a part of our lives thereafter. Unfortunately, sometimes, it is only after we have crossed those new bridges with individuals that we turn around to see that the bridge is both on fire, being swept away by the current, and that we may have left important things behind. Hindsight, amirite? Missed opportunities will likely be the most common rock-to-skateboard-wheel feeling we feel from all those aspects, as it relates to age. gender, race, and applicability. Imagine being competitively good at something and finding out the day after the competition comes to town. Missing that band you’ve always worshiped because you’re only 18 years, and 364 days old. Lastly, I find that the time, drive, and joy points all kind of breaststroke in the same kiddy-pool. Nowadays people don’t even care to refine the aspects of their lives that still have creativity and uniqueness due to some weird social-overbearing which has confined them to the belief that creation is somehow immoral. As if, when you talk about the struggles and the pain, people are only allowed to either look the other way or synthesize their own reality over what you’ve already said. God forbid our happiness to be based on different values, characteristics, and unviewable pieces of minutiae. Challenge the readily accepted standard of care for your friends that says they can’t be going through something just because you aren’t able to understand it.
Where do you place your values? Is your job your existence? Are your hobbies more like time-vampires? Who isn’t a part of your life anymore because you actually CHOSE and not because of who stuck around? What did you make the effort for? WHO did you make the effort for?
If you tried, you succeeded, because it’s not about what you get in the end, because we don’t know the end. When you reach a plane of comfort, then turn around and evaluate how far you’ve come, not when you’re kicking sludge in a swamp. The view will be better.
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