The Swings and Roundabouts of Life
You know what I mean, one minute your suicidal and then something so totally unexpected that you find yourself jumping for joy, two seconds later your on the floor, a bottle of whisky in your hand, crying yourself stupid and wishing you were dead. No I'm not bi-polar, neither do I wish to describe the horrific symptoms of that difficult illness. I use minutes in a completely symbolic manner because life is so rapidly changable it sometimes feels as if life is running through your fingers like water and that every week passes in a moment.
I use myself as an example, a twenty-something who counts herself an international resident. Why? Well if you've read any of my previous blogs you'll know that I travel on a regular basis and that I've lived in at least 5 countries. But getting back to my point, most of my emigrations were unforeseen a month previous to my departure. Even my arrival in Spain with my family, which was planned in theory months before did not become a concrete course of action until only four weeks previous to leaving our British home.
Sometimes life is so totally unpredictable that it makes you jump. Of course, most people don't move country in a little under four weeks, but everyone feels the unpredictability of life. Whether it being the sudden death of the pet canary, the old flame that turns up on the doorstep, the death sentence that hits you in the face after a few too many drinks or the chance of true love you weren't expecting. Life, no matter how boring or dull or safe you think it is, is a opportunistic creature waiting for that one moment to make you heart race, scare the hell out of you and generally make you realise that life is worth appreciating and living every single moment to the full.
The most surprising thing about life is that it never goes the way you think it will. That's to say, in my own personal experience, life is a plan that never comes out, a puzzle you never have all the pieces too and when you think you have all the pieces that's the moment you should start worrying, because you've probably missed something crucially important. Most of us twenty-somethings feel we've conquered the world and know all there is to know about life, that age is overrated and experience is just an idiots guidebook. Then we get older ourselves and the truth sinks in that we know nothing, we've conquereed nothing and that experience means cynicism and early aging. We listen to our parents who tell us they wouldn't exchange their age for ours for any amount of money, but that if they did they might have said a lot more to their friends, made a few different choices and giving a mouthful to that pretentious so and so in human resources.
Life is a series of ups and downs, swings and roundabouts and moments of absolute clarity followed by months of total darkness and fog. We live our lives as best we can, like driving down a road without any roadsigns and hoping, with a desperation that surprises even the most philosophical, that we're going the right way. Only the spiritual find a roadmap and even then there's no sure signs that the road they're travelling is the right one. Yet I prefer my roadmap to not knowing at all.
Life after all is a matter of guesswork, some of us use a roadmap guessing our heading is correct, some of us read the smiling faces of other drivers that we meet going in the same direction, even though we find ourselves smiling confidently back, assured that they don't know where they're going anymore than we do. Others speed down the road of life looking for it's end, some crash on the road of life and pray that they don't die sooner than expected. As I said, say on a daily basis life is an unknown quantity in the recipe that is humanity. All you can really do is grin and bear it, enjoying the best bits and suffering the worst. I'm a twenty-something filled with scepticism, cynicism, sarcasm and a good heart, thankfully at this moment I'm relatively happy I just hope it stays this good a little longer than a few minutes. Enough from me. Over and out.
I use myself as an example, a twenty-something who counts herself an international resident. Why? Well if you've read any of my previous blogs you'll know that I travel on a regular basis and that I've lived in at least 5 countries. But getting back to my point, most of my emigrations were unforeseen a month previous to my departure. Even my arrival in Spain with my family, which was planned in theory months before did not become a concrete course of action until only four weeks previous to leaving our British home.
Sometimes life is so totally unpredictable that it makes you jump. Of course, most people don't move country in a little under four weeks, but everyone feels the unpredictability of life. Whether it being the sudden death of the pet canary, the old flame that turns up on the doorstep, the death sentence that hits you in the face after a few too many drinks or the chance of true love you weren't expecting. Life, no matter how boring or dull or safe you think it is, is a opportunistic creature waiting for that one moment to make you heart race, scare the hell out of you and generally make you realise that life is worth appreciating and living every single moment to the full.
The most surprising thing about life is that it never goes the way you think it will. That's to say, in my own personal experience, life is a plan that never comes out, a puzzle you never have all the pieces too and when you think you have all the pieces that's the moment you should start worrying, because you've probably missed something crucially important. Most of us twenty-somethings feel we've conquered the world and know all there is to know about life, that age is overrated and experience is just an idiots guidebook. Then we get older ourselves and the truth sinks in that we know nothing, we've conquereed nothing and that experience means cynicism and early aging. We listen to our parents who tell us they wouldn't exchange their age for ours for any amount of money, but that if they did they might have said a lot more to their friends, made a few different choices and giving a mouthful to that pretentious so and so in human resources.
Life is a series of ups and downs, swings and roundabouts and moments of absolute clarity followed by months of total darkness and fog. We live our lives as best we can, like driving down a road without any roadsigns and hoping, with a desperation that surprises even the most philosophical, that we're going the right way. Only the spiritual find a roadmap and even then there's no sure signs that the road they're travelling is the right one. Yet I prefer my roadmap to not knowing at all.
Life after all is a matter of guesswork, some of us use a roadmap guessing our heading is correct, some of us read the smiling faces of other drivers that we meet going in the same direction, even though we find ourselves smiling confidently back, assured that they don't know where they're going anymore than we do. Others speed down the road of life looking for it's end, some crash on the road of life and pray that they don't die sooner than expected. As I said, say on a daily basis life is an unknown quantity in the recipe that is humanity. All you can really do is grin and bear it, enjoying the best bits and suffering the worst. I'm a twenty-something filled with scepticism, cynicism, sarcasm and a good heart, thankfully at this moment I'm relatively happy I just hope it stays this good a little longer than a few minutes. Enough from me. Over and out.
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