Reality

Reality is a scary thing. It's like that saying, "All good things must come to an end". I've noticed that people who spout off that phrase appear to be very joyous as it flows from their mouths. I'm not one of them. I see the darker side of that expression. I see everything in my life that has built up to that very moment of my last breath. And it scares me. The truth behind reality is that what you have worked on, been through, breathed, touched, imagined, and everything else that has happened, will one day just suddenly stop. Nothing can truly fade away, so where does it all go? Reality is that everything gets left behind. I think people need to slow down their lives more and enjoy what's surrounding them. As cliche as that sounds, those who take that advice will be happier individuals when they reach the end of their lives.

Reality also makes me think of the words "regret" and "despair". I know, I know, both are very depressing and insipid but, so is life. Those who can sustain the dark periods of their life just as faithfully as the lighter days will find out just how much knowledge can enrich life. When I say "knowledge" I don't mean book smarts, I'm talking about awareness. If you can endure the heartbreak you will have passed life's problematic test. The stress you have gained will someday pay off in a way you may never have imagined. Sometimes you may have to try harder than the rest, not everyone can walk the same path, if so it would be jammed. Fretting over a a gloomy outcome can lead to burning out. I try to stay positive about reality but, I have to admit it frequently gets the best of me. Enjoy what you know now. Enjoy what you have now. If you were to take anything from this copious rambling, choose gratitude.