Isn’t it funny that ever since we were young, we are taught to think in endings?
We (or mostly me here) spend our days trying to answer the big questions:
We (or mostly me here) spend our days trying to answer the big questions:
What do I want to be when I grow up? Will I live happily ever after in a bamboo cottage built around a banyan tree with THE love of my life? Would I say that I have lived the life I wanted? At the end of the day, what can I say is the most important to me?
Jeesh, there are many movies about it… (I will let you fill in this spot with countless titles you’ve Netflix)
They become these points of pressure for us to reanalyze and dissect our every decision. I am sure somewhere along the way, it was meant to be a good habit to assess our goals and provide some internal searching. But lately, I just feel like they are another layer of doubt and incessant need to linger onto every possible mistakes/failures that happenED.
Why aren’t we taught to wonder when the things that are important to us today begin to become the things that matter to us at the end? Or when do we begin living the life we want and how do we get there?
I mean, why isn't that stolen first dance that Phillip took when he sneaked up on Aurora in the forest as magical as the waltz at the end (minus the color changing dress)? Why do some believe its more logical and believable to assess love at the end of a relationship but not by the first glance?
Perhaps this year, my biggest resolution is to stop thinking in ends but with beginnings. For every end, there must have a beginning and after that end, there is a new beginning… right?
I will stop my instantaneous expiration marker and pause my deadline clock. I will try to plan my take-offs instead of estimating my finishes.
To beginnings. Happy New Year.
