Life is this elaborately designed sick experiment. I mean just look at it. You create a bunch of different people then throw them into an unknown environment with absolutely no guidance. At first it’s learning through trial and error. Error in this sense could end your life before you even get to know what life is. Eventually you adapt well enough and all the stuff that was once a major problem like being eaten by bears are now problems of the past. But it doesn’t stop there. Now that you’ve mitigated all the natural problems it’s time to create your own. It’s time to create machines that destroy and deplete the scarce resources you need in order to survive. It’s time to think that you’re better than another person because of the colour of their skin, thus transporting you to a realm where hatred is all that you know. And it’s time to come to the realization that all of this doesn’t matter because we’ll be dead soon and this will have been for nothing. My question to the mad scientist is a simple one and it may even be the most asked one. Why? Why did you design this experiment? Was it for sheer amusement? Is it a school project? Or are you just as dark and demented as I fear I am? My question may never be answered, and I’m well aware of that but I nevertheless ask in hopes that you’ll pity me enough to provide me with a response. If the objective of your experiment was to drive me mad, you’ve succeeded. If it wasn’t then help me because… because what? You don’t owe me anything do you?
Stories are our driving force. They help us, uplift us, destroy us and lead us down terrible paths depending on the story. What we fail to realize however is that we control these stories, I have failed in this respect as well. My story has changed many times over the past months and it seems it’s about to change once more. I recently convinced myself that the suit and tie life was what I should be doing in life. Wake up, dress up, go to the office, dedicate myself to the job, go above and beyond then repeat. I thought this was the best way to solve the one problem that I’ve wanted to fix for probably a decade now. MONEY. All my life I’ve seen what the lack of money has done to the people I care about, I’ve seen what it’s like to do back breaking work for a week just so you can spend the meager salary on expenses as you receive it. No hope for improvement is what it is. No hope for a better life. When you grow up in a house smaller than classrooms you’ve been in and you often sit in class thinking about that FACT money becomes an obsession. For a long time my story was you don’t have money so never stop obsessing about it until you have it. This story made my life hell, I was a depressed wreck a lot of the time. All because I didn’t have money. Recently I changed that story and learned that maybe there is happiness to be had without money, maybe I don’t need to be chasing this thing that always escapes my grasp as soon as I get it. This made me content for a while but my original story was always there deep down waiting to erupt. Just waiting for that thing that would trigger the avalanche. I find it funny that the thing was a little book. I read a book and before I even reached the second chapter everything came back to me. In this second phase of my obsession with money I no longer consider myself a demon for wanting to acquire riches and I no longer see temporary defeat as the end of the world. This is great, yeah! I’m a little less fucked up, good for me. My issue isn’t with the return of my obsession however like I said I’m done demonizing myself for it, my issue is with the way I convinced myself of how I should acquire it. A ten year plan that would have sent me off on a path I would most definitely regret for the rest of my life. I can’t be an office guy but I told myself a story that made me believe it was the only way. This story was going to be my destruction. How dramatic, a life where you make a living through working. The thing is it’s the type of work. This work is completely against my nature, I can never be happy doing it but my story told me otherwise. We are all storytellers. We tell stories of truth and lies. To others and more importantly to ourselves. All I want you to do is look at the story you’re telling yourself. Actually take some time to analyze it, pick it a part, find out if it’s actually the write story for you. If you don’t you will be giving your happiness away for absolutely nothing like I think I almost did. And if you find out that it’s not for you then change it. It might take a long time or it might not but you owe it to yourself to do something with the knowledge. To all of you who have already found the right story that’s fucking amazing, I’m happy for you. But for the rest of us, for the rest of us just never give up. I haven’t learnt a lot in my life but one thing I have picked up is that persistence will always beat the shit out of life and all it’s shitty challenges.
I heard this statement somewhere once and I would like to to find out how true it is. Cliches are the stuff we hear all around us from parents, teachers, old people and just about anybody around. They’re so commonly used that most people find them worthless. They have lost the impact they once had because they’ve been overused or simply used in the wrong context so many times. But where did these cliches come from? How were they discovered? I don’t have the answer to this but one thing I do know is that they have lasted the test of time and have been around long before me and most likely will be here long after I’m gone. Life is a complicated maze with no map telling us how to navigate it, when we were born there was no instruction manual given to us telling us what to do. These cliches can offer just a little bit of guidance but I believe perspective is an important factor to consider when dealing with cliches. Actions speak louder than words. In an article I read from Thought Catalog the writer speaks about the ease with which people today are able to say anything with no consideration of whether or not it is factual. This is true as many people will say anything these days in a blinded narrow minded pursuit of what they want. So judging a person by their actions and not their words is crucial in determining their intent and level of honesty. A man’s character cant’t truly be known until you see the things he does but at the same time the words he speaks are just as important as his actions. Better safe than sorry. Like I said before perspective matters when thinking about how a cliche speaks to a particular situation as I learned from reading the comments of the blog post 10 Common Cliches And The Powerful Truths They Hold. The writer interpreted the cliche as saying you should live a cautious life that has no risk. He spoke about his unwillingness to take risks for most of his life and how much he regretted it. He urged his readers to take the leap because a life filled with failure is far more honorable than one consumed with regret. An excellent point that has its merit but on the other side of the coin a reader interpreted the cliche in a completely different way. The reader saw the cliche as a warning that is meant to protect us from bodily harm, wear your seat belt and look both ways before crossing the road. This is another great way of analyzing this cliche so you see the role perspective plays. The way we look at a cliche can determine if we reap the benefits of it or if we end up viewing them as worthless idioms often used by old people. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger could mean you bounce back from a failing grade and learn from your mistakes to help you pass the next one. But it could be worthless to a person who has fought a horrible disease only to be left bed ridden with no hope of return to normalcy. Does the secret to life lie in cliches? I guess it depends on the life. There’s no one size fits all.