Life is tough. There is no instruction manual and the elders don’t know what to tell you because they just stumbled through so far with the experiment called ‘living’.
To be solo means resilience without support, yet we tend to want to become part of the group. You can lean on me.
What does it mean to ‘fit in’? You have to be the same family or look like everyone else or have some connection like school, work or color. You can change your clothing or haircut and even learn the language but have you assimilated?
If you leave home and years after come back, will you be accepted? You have changed and so has the place you left. What was home is now a tourist. There is no reverse on life.
With all the perceived strife and anxiety, what is one to do? Turn off all the electronics and hide under a rock? Filter the news to only what you want to hear? Create a paranoia that everyone else is wrong or bad or sick and must be avoided at all cost for your survival?
This journey isn’t easy. Each day a new challenge presents itself to be solved. What’s for dinner? What do I wear? Should I answer that call? Who is at the door?
Those of us, the survivors, become resilient to what life hands us. You can fight back but you can’t win. You can take your lumps and walk away. This is a fight to the death.
Some may move to a different location but no one has yet left the planet. Traveling introduces new languages, foods and customs but life follows you. Is it a venture into paradise or releasing the demons of hell?
Yet we survive.
We humans are a scrappy lot. We fall down but get back up. We bend but don’t break. We adapt to live in the most terrible conditions. We can complain but no one is going to make it right. We can pray to our creator but we are only getting voice mail.
If we are stuck here with all this mayhem, might as well be resilient. It aren’t getting any better.
Be strong.
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