I am so exhausted. I just watched Birdman, and it helped me realize something. We're all put on this Earth for whatever reason(s). Things happen in life for whatever reason(s), and as humans we do our best to live it happily. Some do our best to just survive. Setbacks happen and we try to think of it positively and move on. We say encouraging words to ourselves, to the universe, as a reminder that no matter what happens, life goes on. We learn from our mistakes and we should focus on the present and look forward to the future. We shouldn't dwell on the past because that is unnecessary energy and we shouldn't worry about the future, we should focus on today. As Erwin McManus once said, and I won't quote it cause I don't remember it word for word, he said that we shouldn't worry. We just shouldn't. We should deal with crisis when it happens, but we shouldn't worry about tomorrow, or yesterday because if we think about all the possibilities in the world, how on Earth are we going to get out of bed every morning?
I've recently felt violated and it's hard for me to follow my own advice. And that's the million dollar question: how do we move on? Time? How can we not fear the future? I gotta tell yas, it was hard for me to eat for a whole day cause of this event that had happened. I let that get in the way. I'm going to take Erwin's advice, as well as the advice of my mother, family and friends: take it one step at a time. I'll try not to get too paranoid, cause I don't wanna be trippin.
Sometimes I feel that when a tragedy occurs in life it really just is Act 1 of a rom-com. Sometimes I think that I'd find the one amidst all the craziness going on in life, and that all the 'bad guys' in life really do have a fair story on how they've become bad. I imagine forgiving the bad people in this scenario, which I know has been vague but I'd rather it be, and moving on. But then said person cannot move on because he falls in love with me. We then learn more about each other and fall in love and all troubles go away. The end. Sounds like a fucked up fairytale.
In conclusion we all have that Birdman voice in our heads saying we're all not good enough. Look at yourselves in the mirror and give yourselves a lot of credit because if you're reading this it means you're still alive. That in enough itself is an accomplishment.
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