What I've learned so far
2006. I'm 25 now, and what do I have to show for a quarter of a century worth of living? Not a whole lot, but here goes that nothing.
The only person responsible for my happiness is me.
Unfortunately, it is not in human nature to maintain happiness. We're all designed for struggle, and in these times of abundance, human mind will create struggle. This just has to be accepted.
Consequently, fighting windmills is never more than an excercise in futility. And it'll easily chop off a limb or two while at it.
Knowing one's weaknesses is not half the battle. It's the realisation of where those windmills are going to cut your head off. Which is pretty useful still.
Intelligence is worth diddly squat without other qualities that allow the use of intelligence.
Fighting on the internet is futile. But dammit, sometimes entertainment is a value on its own.
The universe is not out to get you. In fact, the universe doesn't give two shits about you, so stop dwelling on that. Good luck, bad luck, whatever. It's nothing but a game of chance where some have weighed dice.
Following that, the world doesn't owe you anything. Having a tantrum won't change that. But screaming at the walls is excellent stress relief.
People may owe you, and you may owe people. Sometimes, these debts go unpaid. That's life. Learn to let go when it's wise. Move on nevertheless.
There are several types of friends. Some will stay with you forever, some are there for a shorter time. This is not necessarily a failing on anyone's part. It's just situational and the relationship has served its purpose.
Which brings me to: Every relationship serves a purpose. Realising the purpose, even after the fact, is good. Or maybe it's just a construct the mind makes, but what isn't.
Speaking of friends; it's like evolution. You don't need to test it, just let the natural selection work.
Never promise more than you can deliver. Trust is too valuable to waste like that.
But don't hold back your own trust and love. You'll get hurt, inevitably, everyone will. Imperfect people hurt each other even when there's no malice. Forgive, if not forget. Holding on to negative emotions won't make anyone see the error of their ways; it'll only hurt yourself. Does anyone else deserve to make your life miserable? Nope.
It's better to love than never love at all.
Murphy's law holds. Addendum: Some things that can go right, sometimes do.
Money doesn't bring happiness (although I would party so hardy if I won the lottery, duh). What it does is give more possibilities, widens the space and makes it easier to search for. Which will still only come and go, but it doesn't matter because it's all about the struggle, a purpose, something to strive for that makes people tick. Without purpose... well, that's the way to depression. Without purpose nothing has any worth. This is the main component of my depression and also one of the major diagnostic flags btw.
Do I know my purpose? No. But I'm reaching there. And I get my moments of satisfaction when that purpose flirts at me right at the corner of my vision. Mostly, the satisfaction comes from fantasizing about the twelve ways to Sunday I'm gonna smack that bitch once I catch it, effing tease.
Finally, life is NOT like a box of chocolates. Because then I'd have to EAT ONE, and that ain't happening, dude.
Next post, things I promise for 2006. Must have something to strive for. As in, "this many things I never did, yay!" on New Years 2007.
The only person responsible for my happiness is me.
Unfortunately, it is not in human nature to maintain happiness. We're all designed for struggle, and in these times of abundance, human mind will create struggle. This just has to be accepted.
Consequently, fighting windmills is never more than an excercise in futility. And it'll easily chop off a limb or two while at it.
Knowing one's weaknesses is not half the battle. It's the realisation of where those windmills are going to cut your head off. Which is pretty useful still.
Intelligence is worth diddly squat without other qualities that allow the use of intelligence.
Fighting on the internet is futile. But dammit, sometimes entertainment is a value on its own.
The universe is not out to get you. In fact, the universe doesn't give two shits about you, so stop dwelling on that. Good luck, bad luck, whatever. It's nothing but a game of chance where some have weighed dice.
Following that, the world doesn't owe you anything. Having a tantrum won't change that. But screaming at the walls is excellent stress relief.
People may owe you, and you may owe people. Sometimes, these debts go unpaid. That's life. Learn to let go when it's wise. Move on nevertheless.
There are several types of friends. Some will stay with you forever, some are there for a shorter time. This is not necessarily a failing on anyone's part. It's just situational and the relationship has served its purpose.
Which brings me to: Every relationship serves a purpose. Realising the purpose, even after the fact, is good. Or maybe it's just a construct the mind makes, but what isn't.
Speaking of friends; it's like evolution. You don't need to test it, just let the natural selection work.
Never promise more than you can deliver. Trust is too valuable to waste like that.
But don't hold back your own trust and love. You'll get hurt, inevitably, everyone will. Imperfect people hurt each other even when there's no malice. Forgive, if not forget. Holding on to negative emotions won't make anyone see the error of their ways; it'll only hurt yourself. Does anyone else deserve to make your life miserable? Nope.
It's better to love than never love at all.
Murphy's law holds. Addendum: Some things that can go right, sometimes do.
Money doesn't bring happiness (although I would party so hardy if I won the lottery, duh). What it does is give more possibilities, widens the space and makes it easier to search for. Which will still only come and go, but it doesn't matter because it's all about the struggle, a purpose, something to strive for that makes people tick. Without purpose... well, that's the way to depression. Without purpose nothing has any worth. This is the main component of my depression and also one of the major diagnostic flags btw.
Do I know my purpose? No. But I'm reaching there. And I get my moments of satisfaction when that purpose flirts at me right at the corner of my vision. Mostly, the satisfaction comes from fantasizing about the twelve ways to Sunday I'm gonna smack that bitch once I catch it, effing tease.
Finally, life is NOT like a box of chocolates. Because then I'd have to EAT ONE, and that ain't happening, dude.
Next post, things I promise for 2006. Must have something to strive for. As in, "this many things I never did, yay!" on New Years 2007.