Waking up after a night shift feels like clawing your way out of a foxhole. The dawn's light slicing through the curtains like a surgeon's scalpel. The scent of coffee a lifeline, dragging you back from the brink of oblivion. The hum of the air units above is a distant drone, a reminder of the relentless, sweltering world outside, waiting to devour you.
In the silence, the week’s reflections surface like debris in a turbulent sea. Exhaustion wraps around you like a leaden cloak, yet gratitude, hope, and shame swirl in a chaotic dance. Life is a wild beast, unpredictable and untamed. But here you are, showing up because that’s the gift of existence. To breathe, to play, to experience, to live.
At forty, the ringer isn’t just a metaphor; it’s a scar. Death, as they say, is the ultimate second chance, a brutal reminder that feelings are transient, like clouds drifting across the sky. Yesterday's choices don’t define you; today is a blank canvas, an opportunity to rewrite your story.
Being human is a relentless rollercoaster, a symphony of highs and lows.
Now, let’s bring it back to you, dear reader. We’re all capable of extraordinary feats, yet so many of us fall short. In a world teeming with opportunities, we hide behind screens, numbing ourselves to the unknown. And it’s because we’re human, creatures of good, bad, and ugly.
If you want to change your life, maybe even the world, it starts within your mind.
Acceptance, forgiveness, hope, strength.
Journaling becomes a map, adventures the milestones.
In the end, being human is about doing the best with what you have right now and embracing the chaos and beauty of the ride.
Great work, subject that we can say so much about and we always think about it.