I’d been thinking how most people on this Earth spend their lives fitting everything into perfection, bending and curving to find a place inside this box labeled “Perfect”. Perfect house, perfect car, a perfect job and on and on it goes, this endless list people obsess over.
He was one of these people not completely though he was just the kind who hated uncertainty, they liked to plan things, have them in order so nothing could go wrong. The kinds that were optimistic and had wide smiles on their faces, the ones who believed that life is too short to be sad. He wore color, bright eye-catching color. He danced with the wind, stood in the rain and he never gave up. I admired that, that motivation to keep going, that strength to stand among the dreamers, the hopeless romantics and the wild ones.
I was more cynical, a pessimist. I was the antagonist with him being the protagonist of my story, our story.
I had given up on perfection, plans and dreams long ago. I had accepted defeat, I had lost the war against life itself. Each of us fight this war at some point in our existence, most of us like me end up defeated.
This is a war that never ends, life fights you with every step you take, weather what profession you choose or what TV show you watch next each choice comes with a battle. Most of us give up when we take a look at the weapons life has against us, money problems, bills and so much more. That’s what makes us give up on our dreams. The future that life shows us scares us. We forget that we are the ones that make our own future.
We forget the power we have, we feel intimidated and we shrink into ourselves we walk the path life chooses for us. And then we become sad doctors with depression, miserable drop-outs and deadbeat dad’s or mom’s. We lose. And we become bitter. Our outlook on life changes. Colors start to fade and everything just gets darker. Scarier.
I always envied those who seemed eternally happy, always content with their emotions and had their lives in order. But wasn’t long untill I realised, no one is always happy. None of us have it as good as it seems we do. The only difference is that some of us give up too early and others are just to rigid. So they bend but never break.-H