Saturday, July 16, 2011

In fear of tomorrow

Growing up I had a lot of fears - I was afraid of thunder and lightening (and I still am sadly), of someone breaking in to my house (still have that one too), and of earthquakes (oh.. and this one too).

If I sat down to list my fears - they would be never ending. I have a lot of things to fear. It's only when I sit down to think about what exactly I'm fearing, the rationale behind that fear and why it exists - do I realise that most often it is useless. A complete and utter waste of energy and thoughts on things that "could happen"..

Over the last few weeks, I've been busy - mentally and physically. Life has kept me on the go with several plans and things to do on a daily basis - be it at work or my personal life. I'm understanding that life is moving on at this crazy pace and I am yet to make my way through things I want to and probably should do. Instead, I've spent time analysing my irrational fears and stressing myself out for no reason.

We all get so locked behind our fears all the time, and it stops us from doing so many great things. I mean, we all gotta die one day - why not make each day count and do awesome things until then? Sombre thought, I know - but from where I stand, I want people to remember me as a person who lived and tried everything at least once.

Another Bon Iver song - I hope you're all falling in love with them.

So all - who cares what the future holds, we're not there yet. Let's get through today and do something awesome until then.

2 comments:

Shak said...

>I mean, we all gotta die one day - why not make each day count and do awesome things until then?

Or looked at another way: we all gotta die one day, so why bother with anything at all? Why do you care how people will remember you?

People are so distracted by this endless task to be awesome that they forget that they have a life to live.

Sanaa said...

I care because I dont want to be remembered as a miserable person, who just sat around doing nothing. The people who I have known who have died, left behind their stories, and the only reason they are remembered now is because of the kind of people they were - if they didnt really leave a mark whilst being alive, no one would remember them now.

Having a life to live doesnt mean living it in a mundane manner or just letting it pass you by.