Your mind will take the shape of what you frequently hold in thought, for the human spirit is colored by such impressions.
~ Marcus Aurelius
Dream Chaser – Joey Kidney
This is not rocket science.
You don’t have to ask a terminal patient what it’s like to be able to go through a normal day — merely breathing easy with their lungs, stealing smiles, feeling painless, and cherish and celebrate every single day of their remaining days; and at the same time also having to go through fear that — any one moment could be the end of their chapter.
Please take a moment and re-read what I just wrote above and please don’t rush there.
My grand mother who passed away 6 months ago opened me to this remarkable, starling realization without saying a word.
That to me ‘Memento Mori’ will always be of significant utility than ‘Carpe diem!’ aphorism.
To say the least —
I cannot emphasize enough that everyday’s a fresh road.
That yesterday ended and will never be the same way again.
That today will forever be the most important day of our entire one full life.
That we are ephemeral beings and so are our problems.
That, death is inevitable.
That nothing in life presented to you is not fresh.
“Man does not simply exist but always decides what his existence will be, what he will become the next moment. By the same token, every human being has the freedom to change at any instant.” ~ Viktor Emil Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara Farhan Akhtar Poem-1
Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara Farhan Akhtar Poem -2
Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara Farhan Akhtar Poem – 3
Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara Farhan Akhtar Poem – 4 | Ye Jaane Kaisa Raaz Hai
If we were to live for the next 50 years, We will approximately have
600 months,
2,607.14 weeks,
and 18,250 hours left.
Nonetheless, looking at these numbers
should, wake us all up from our deepest pits of despair and disgust, excuses and expectations, unfaircompromises and loudcomplains.
and must, for obvious reasons push us into thinking that even if we’re to waste a single hour of our remaining time on something that’s not adding any … and I fucking mean a.n.y value to our lives — we rightly so deserve to be living an unfulfilled-painful-wasted life by our own accord.
You see, with clean numbers, maths becomes a breeze.
“It is not things that upset us, but our judgements about those things.” — Epictitus
Sasha Sloan – Dancing With Your Ghost
We have a unique obsession with the past. Don’t we all?
The ‘goneepisodes of life‘, both Good and Bad.
Surprisingly, The Bad Ones tend to stick with us for a longer period of time. And, in worst cases even leading us to chronic depression or nihilism, even suicides.
We also have list of vocabularies to describe these things of the past — we call them Events. Moments. Memories, or ‘Stories’ and ‘Snaps’ created over our beloved social media bubble.
But, most of all, we all have that persistent, whispering, irritating, excruciating and looping ‘Voice’ in our head which keeps on poking and scratching and tingling and pinching at the specific events of those bygone days.
Days we will never, ever re-live.
Moments, we can never go back to and redo shits.
Memories, we so deliberately choose to get stuck onto, loop over and over only to accept at the end — that it’s completely out of our hands.
Brain-vomits like:
I had the worst day of my life.
That boy cheated on me; broke my trust and left me alone to suffer — destroying my life altogether.
That last office I worked at was a total garbage and the acquaintances! — I don’t even want to talk about them. It was an utter waste of time.
My last boss really took a great deal of advantage out of my loyalty and honestly. What a piece of jerk!
Things like :- Oh! I should have done this. I should’ve not done that.
Wishful chatters like: I wish things had turned out this way or that way or easy way or my way!
Holy Fish!
You see, there’s just no limit to our wild imagination of carefully nitpicking our past craps or state of affairs — that we think didn’t go well or go as we expected.
Consequently, and unwillingly having ourselves dragged into a good, shitty, deep spiral road-trip down the rabbit hole of despair, of doubts, of restlessness, of utter pain and fucked questions! Eventually, turning us Pro at crying, whining, complaining, blaming and worst — an acting victim! With of course a collateral damage of having to carry an infested skull full of resentments and dissatisfaction.
Holy Fish!
Well, antidote?
Please, on’t beat yourself up for things beyond this moment, beyond your control and more importantly don’t be a caged bird! (I hope you get the metaphor)
Rather, acknowledge the devil — which are your own thoughts and decisively turn introspective by meditating over meaningful questions (metaphorically speaking) instead of subscribing to subjective, non-sensical, baseless, one-sided monkey chatter. (Trust me, I’m guilty of this myself.)
Yes — Simple, profound, weighty questions like
Could it have been worst?
What’s the lesson I could learn in the situation?
What’s the path forward from here?
Where do I see myself 72 hours from now …. 3 months from now, a year from now, 2 years from now?
