Let’s be honest, when we’re getting false ballistic missile warnings, the most powerful politician in the world describes countries as shitholes, and women are vilified for coming forward about sexual harassment, it’s time to step back and immerse yourself in whatever makes you happy, even if it has been proven to clog your arteries or makes you pretentious.
Is this all there is to life? Chasing one high after the next? Slaves until the weekend, when we can drown our sorrows and feel okay for a few lousy hours?
That’s what we do, right? Chase these momentary fleets of happiness so we can feel alive once again. So we can look at our lives and say, “I am living!”
Or maybe it’s just me?
I don’t know if I’m going through some sort of identity crisis or existential dilemma, or maybe I am just losing my freaken mind, but it’s as though the universe has slapped me hard across the face and said, “GO CRAZY… you only get one chance at life!”
I suppose, over time, life had robbed me of my shine. I felt like I was stuck in a battle of who I am, who I wanted to be and who I should be. So here I am, doing everything I possibly can to claw it back, if only momentarily. To feel alive again.
It is during these moments when I feel most alive. Like, for a split second, I am the only person in the world. Nothing else exists.
And so I continue to tap dance along this fine line of insanity, embracing each and every fragile step. I continue to feel the pull of the universe inviting me to forget who I am ‘supposed’ to be and to embrace who I am.
So maybe this isn’t a midlife crisis, after all, but rather a second-half opportunity - to spread my wings and feel the wind against my body. To follow my curiosity and discover new horizons. To be unafraid of showing my true authentic colors in all their glorious imperfection. To embrace each and every bump, curve and storm. To throw my hands up in the air without a care in the world and scream…I AM LIVING!
Is this all there is to life? Chasing one high after the next? Slaves until the weekend, when we can drown our sorrows and feel okay for a few lousy hours?
That’s what we do, right? Chase these momentary fleets of happiness so we can feel alive once again. So we can look at our lives and say, “I am living!”
Or maybe it’s just me?
I don’t know if I’m going through some sort of identity crisis or existential dilemma, or maybe I am just losing my freaken mind, but it’s as though the universe has slapped me hard across the face and said, “GO CRAZY… you only get one chance at life!”
I suppose, over time, life had robbed me of my shine. I felt like I was stuck in a battle of who I am, who I wanted to be and who I should be. So here I am, doing everything I possibly can to claw it back, if only momentarily. To feel alive again.
It is during these moments when I feel most alive. Like, for a split second, I am the only person in the world. Nothing else exists.
And so I continue to tap dance along this fine line of insanity, embracing each and every fragile step. I continue to feel the pull of the universe inviting me to forget who I am ‘supposed’ to be and to embrace who I am.
So maybe this isn’t a midlife crisis, after all, but rather a second-half opportunity - to spread my wings and feel the wind against my body. To follow my curiosity and discover new horizons. To be unafraid of showing my true authentic colors in all their glorious imperfection. To embrace each and every bump, curve and storm. To throw my hands up in the air without a care in the world and scream…I AM LIVING!
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