There is something utterly terrifying, yet incredibly inspiring, about the certainty that we have a only few decades before we perish.
Life was once a chaos of survival, gasping for air as we sprinted through woodlands, grasping for an arrow, hoping it would strike true before the predator’s claws did.
Now life is a chaos of monotony. Struggling to survive in an environment determined to kill the wonder and creativity that accompanies the spirit and essence of childhood. We are born with wide eyes for a reason: because we have the potential, at that age, to take it all in and experience it fully, without the restraint of knowledge or ego.
As we grow older, become more jaded, our eyes dim. We have to remind ourselves more and more often to continue widening our vision, changing our perspective, questioning our beliefs before they solidify, to open up to the potential experiences around us. That often means not only thinking, wishing, or making goals, but actively pursuing them. And that, I believe, is where most of us fall.
The good news is, despite everything, we each have at least one muse that we share, and we can always count on her to be ready to supply us with inspiration. Her name is Lady Death.
And dying isn’t so bad, because it's not hard to imagine, after a certain point, that this life becomes too tiring. We feel it during the bone-breaking routine. Sleep is sweet, unconscious release. Positivity is an exercise that winds us. But if we can practice it daily, we get better, and better. Perhaps we can find a resolution before we reach that point of perishing, to smile as the final hour descends, the last breath releases, and the true sleep descends upon us.
But back to the present, to the inspiration that Lady Death always offers, so long as we allow ourselves to be vulnerable, and honest enough with ourselves, to listen to her.
Constantly stuck in routine, it is merely our nature to mimic this environment with our mind. I often find myself adopting the same attitudes, emotions, and self-directed thoughts, not allowing myself to take advantage of the plethora of senses and inspiration constantly surrounding me.
We get stuck in cycles of questioning ourselves, underestimating, overthinking, assuming too much and doing too little. But do we truly have the time to do that? After all, we only have a few decades here.
It is easy to ramble about breaking the monotony of daily life. Yes, go for a walk. Ask that cute person out. Take your partner out on an unexpected night of adventure, etc, etc.
But I think, truly, the heart of this problem of jadedness, of not pursuing happiness, or change, lies in our psychology rather than our environment.
It is a difficult thing to struggle amongst the chaos.
It is a valiant thing to smile, smirk, or chuckle through it; hold onto your ambition, and shoo away those thoughts of surrender: “I cannot become this person I strive to be,” or “this is where I must be for a long time.”
Forget that. But do not forgot to remind yourself that you have the control to change your thinking, alter your circumstances, and change yourself to the point of shifting your entire life. So long as you are making a conscious effort to do that, you are already succeeding, and Lady Death, unforgiving as she may seem, is smiling as you take advantage of your short life.
You do not have to lay down, and let the predator’s claws tear you apart. Not yet anyways.
You can still sprint a little bit faster.
Scramble for that arrow.
And when you pull it back, tight against your hammering heart, feel that, in your silence, even though no one else may be watching as you have the courage to let it loose, there is a world of people you are inspiring just by battling that same chaos we all face each day.
By breaking your inner cycles of negativity, you lend courage to those also trying to do so.
So, dearest reader, how many arrows are left in your quiver? How much faster can you run?