Sometimes other people fuck up your morning, it is true. They think there is nothing wrong with being awake watching the Olympics starting at two in the morning. I would love to say my wife and daughter’s support for the US team is great, but the timing happens to be when I get up and get ready for work and set the tone for the rest of the day. There is a vibe at four in the morning with a hot cup of coffee and the world peaceful asleep- that I get to have alone. They squashed that vibe.
So instead of gradually waking up and then interacting with other people. I’m hit with humanity. My introvert side is raging while I sit here with headphones on jamming to music so I do not hear them. It is okay. It is just one day out of 365 this year. I will probably forget about it. But my day will be off. That is something I will have to live with.
Now here is the reality. My day nor my morning is ruined, there is nothing they could be doing that would throw me too far off of any real goals I have. They just changed the dynamic of my morning. They have things they want to engage me with, and to be honest, I have wasted many mornings on TikTok or Twitter just looking at what other people are doing. They could not do worse to me. What their presence has done has forced me to sit down and do what I have been planning on doing. Writing a blog post. I have put it off for a week. Not because I had anything to say, but I like to do it and I just had nothing, but this forced my hand to have something.
Life presents us with challenges. Those challenges are based on one question, “How bad do you want it?” That seems to be the most important question life is asking continuously. On a soul level and for most thing, there is also “what do you want?” but that is introspective and it doesn’t seem like the universe cares if you know the answer to the question. But once there is something you want, even something small, the world asks in a very physical way, “How bad do YOU want it?” Even if it is, how bad do you want to have a productive morning?
I cannot escape the grand sense of the human story in every person’s life. Their seemingly disjointed story, their story of failure, their story of triumphs and tragedies that brought them to a place of change. The small sacrifices- the simple struggles that build into a life, a person it is all based in the mundane. To me a journey of a lifetime is lived one day at a time. By deciding the destination, we unveil the purpose of our life. Because as much as I love a laid back life, the best live have struggles. The problem with most people is they think they need to know what they are here for before they can do anything, but they don’t understand life is like art, as you go you will uncover themes and challenges and as you rise, you will see a story of your own making. You will see that the role of hero was offered to you time and time again, the hand of God was reaching out to others through you. You will see that your life wasn’t meant for you alone, but it was a light that help others and at the same time was meant to be a joy to you. We can be serving hedonists in my world. Because it seems to me our greatest gifts are best shared.
Well, I have to go.