“With our thoughts, we make the world.”
What is it with people and fearing regret? I don’t believe people who say they have no regrets. It’s like admitting you’ve never had to make a difficult choice. I think regret needs a rebrand. Instead, let’s call ’em “can’t go back moments” — or “CGBMs.”
CGBMs are tough. It’s a moment in time where you don’t necessarily want to change anything, but you do know that this is a key moment in time where you literally can’t go back. You have to accept what life has become, or what life is becoming, or who life has made you.
Deep down you know everything will be ok, but it’s a mix of fear of the future, weariness of the unknown, and sadness to part with the way things are. Nostalgia. Curiousity. Change. Discomfort. There’s little happiness, perse, in a CGBM. But happiness isn’t what these moments are for, anyway.
Sometimes forcing the happy takes away from the truth of the moment.
I hate it when someone throws happiness out there as a solution for the bad feelings, like it’s good enough to uproot the severity of every other feeling you’re currently dealing with. I’ve never known “happy” to be that powerful. Or that sustainable. And that’s ok.
CGBMs aren’t here to depress you in a “can’t get out of bed” kind of way, despite when that alarm goes off and you’re just like “well…maybe…(?)” They’re here to gut check you. Haunt you even? CGBMs are just reality. You’re growing. Get over it. You just have to freaking live and respect the CGBM for what it’s about to give you — in a final sale, no returns or exchanges, in fact: it’s so final, I don’t even want to hear you speak of this purchase to anyone, kind of way.
CGBMs are just that: final. Page breaks without the paragraph bleeding into the next page. Or maybe it does run on to the next page…but that sounds like a totally separate analogy for what nostalgia means, and I think we’ve had enough speculation for one post.
“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.” — Anais Nin.
Listening: High School TB’s on Spotify
Reading: “Hey Whipple, Squeeze This.”
Watching: Sarah Kay, “What We Build.”
Using: Pocket (f’real. Use it.)
