My last entry was a good half a year ago. Told myself i need to discipline myself to pen down my thoughts more often. It’s healthier. Pent up emotions are too dramatic for my own good now.
I spent my 39th birthday thinking about the way I have been living each day. How “expectations” have been one of the source of my troubles. I have come to accept that we all come from such diverse backgrounds with different capabilities, it is stupid, really, if you expect to have your expectations met. Ha even that last line sounds silly.
Oh well, we learn.
Been watching Orange Is The New Black lately, and in the episode “I Am Not Ready”, Yoga Jones said this to Piper, and it really hits me.
“Do you know what a mandala is? The Tibetan monks make them out of dyed sand laid out into big, beautiful designs. And when they’re done – after days or weeks of work – they wipe it all away.
Try to look at your experience here as a mandala. Work hard to make something as meaningful and beautiful as you can and when you’re done, pack it in and know it was all temporary.
You have to remember that. It’s all temporary.”
This is why I love to indulge myself in a good story. It sets me right back on track.
Make the best out of all situations. While I am at it, make it spectacular. And then be ready to part with all of it when the time comes. Move on and not look back.
It is all indeed, temporary.