There are no shortcuts in life I guess. Every time a moment is stretched into a thousand, where we feel we are stuck in an endless whirlpool of uncertainty. Not sure where life is headed, whether it’s going forwards, or we keep moving backwards. We emerge from that darkness once in a while only to find out we never left. Will there ever be a point in life where we will look back and actually see how far we have come? Though time doesn’t stand still, and neither do we. We show the world this illusion of being exactly who we want to be, but deep down, actually are not. Not yet anyway.
Everything is a process that’s true. But how much are we willing to go through in that period, for a simple hope that things will be alright again? Does it really, truly, all be okay in the end? Get a happy ending like in the fairy tales? Is everyone’s lives that perfect like we see in social media? I myself post only the happy moments and none of the difficult or ugly ones. That is why, posts, pictures or videos where people reveal the struggles they have gone through, and achieved all that they have, really motivate me. It is so important to share to the world the non-perfect part of our lives, like in Pursuit of Happyness-with a title saying “This part of my life is called struggling.” And the moment we feel all those struggles are finally worth it, we announce it to the world. Because the very fact that we are having these struggles indicate that we are still fighting.
This moment right here, is hard. It seems to be infinite. Never-ending. It is hard not to give up, call it a day, and just-be. Disappear of the face of the earth because people you want to, won’t come looking for you anyway. It’s even harder to keep moving, keep stumbling, stay in motion, and not stop. Not stop to breathe, wonder, cry and break down.
I think at some point in our lives, we realise we are holding on too tight. Holding on to something that was never meant to be. Let go. Let go of all of it. Every small, microscopic memory. As if it was never there to begin with. Never there in any form of existence. Freedom comes with a cost, it has always been that way. But it is a price I’m willing to pay (yes, line taken from Captain America). As long as it doesn’t make me sacrifice my principles, I am willing to pay whatever cost it comes with, because I realise that I am paying a price one way or another, so it better be for something that’s worth it.
In the end, our fights are what our lives are all about. I am writing this post at a coffee shop and I am sure that all the people that I’m surrounded with, have gone through the same thing. Hell, we are all fighting to find a spot with no sunlight streaming on our face that’s making us squinting to look at our computer screens. But I managed to eventually change to a spot with lesser sun and asked the girl who was sitting beside me earlier, if she wanted to grab the sun-free space beside me at my new spot. So just like this small victory at the expense of nothing, if we could take a step back and breathe, I believe we can find simple solutions to our major problems. And then finally, we can be the kickass warriors that we already are, in other important parts of life and help ourselves and then those around us. After all, especially since the Avengers franchise ended, this earth needs all the superheroes it can get.