Restless as we are, less rest we might have, help others as we need to be helped.
Anxieties, loneliness, insecurities are written everywhere that I am going to puke just by looking at the word one more time on Instagram. Yes. They are the issue of recent collective human experience. Yes. We become more and more open to talk about them. People shares each and their own experience, put their personal struggles, their own twist, and tale. Yes. They are important to acknowledge. I even wrote about them, I talked about them, I have been guilty of the same sin. They are all over my writings. Until it just too much, it sickens me.
Problem is, I think, they will never go away. They were, are, and will be there as long as life is here with us. We can either sulk or try our best to manage them. We can use them to understand ourselves a little bit better, to fuel ourselves forward, or turn them into art. And since they are collective experiences, we can help each other facing them.
Yes. I am going to puke. I’ve had enough of talking, writing, and ranting about them. But. I think they are just one of the annoying things I have to accept. It’s the way it is. Oh, poor little human. Restless as we are, less rest we might have, help others as we need to be helped. They are there so we can learn how to care, how to love, how to be generous to life and living.