Tough At The Top

Many things in life feel beyond our control.

External forces that seem to conspire against us to keep us off balance. Adding to the cut and thrust of life that appears to reward what we don't believe in, what we don't care for.

It can often feel like trying to navigate through an immovable force designed to make you think and feel only doubt. To make you believe the story, that what you desire is what everybody else seems to have already.

This feeling often bubbles away deep inside while constantly growing in power. Slowly rising and falling with the underlying concept of success and failure, good and bad, right and wrong.

But who are these concepts, this way of living, thinking, and feeling designed to serve? I doubt it's for your true benefit, as this concept of life is born from other's thoughts, for other's purpose.

Your life is a gift, yours to live, yours to waste if you wish. Yours to embrace, yours to reject, yours to live on your terms.

When we are young, carefree, and so-called uninformed, we lived a life doing the things that made us happy, brought us joy, and served our sense of wonder. We experienced life in a manner that allowed us to dream, not fear, and never question our inner voice.

 Perhaps we were just naive, flowing freeing from moment to moment, bouncing off the walls of life with a passion that seemed unbound, yet in retrospect, was constantly slipping from our grasp.

The question I ask is, when did it all start to matter so much, and why did it become so mind-numbingly important? The only answer I can find is that it doesn't matter. It never has; it never will. 

The things we hold dear are just figments of our compromised thought patterns, designed and compiled into a sequential storyline. As we seem to be forever building on top, beside, in front, and behind, but all of these moments are just stories.

Stories, that if remain unquestioned, can slowly create a jail of your design. A space where everything is seen with a limiting judgment that does not belong that is doing silent damage, eroding a future that is yet to appear. 

A mental space where the fear of losing what you don't have and never desired becomes so profound that the foundations of your life begin to erode, compelling you to live a life that no longer serves your desires that is no longer a reflection of your true self.

But in the end, just like this, they are all just stories waiting to be re-written.