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| Madonna mural, Malmö |
To accept that
the world is not fair.
That is growing up. I'm surprised it took so long. It's so easy to see; ask any refugee, or victim of famine or beauchratic, lazy glitches.
To accept that we are fully responsible for our lives. That's growing up. However late, however hard (if its any consolation, most people never do. At least not in this broken world divided in winners and loosers. Now, that's mature.). For certain things. For the temperature of our own will. For the things we do have som power over.
Shit happens. Sometimes a seemingly endless array of shit happens, one thing after another. Simoustanly. This is not a small matter; people die you know.
But there are steps; small, ludiocrucy stubborn, steps that we might be able to take. That we might choose to. It's a gamble if anyone will applaude you.
Walk anyway.
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| Cloudy, my sister's garden |
Yes, the insight and acceptance of that, fair or not, the conditions that one is having is what one have to work with, is empowering by it self. It gives back the initiative and ownership. It can still suck big time at times, but it creates possibilities for change. Little by little ❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you! Great response.
DeleteSo true. I think it is profoundly true to keep walking even without applaudes! Thank you for making this clear. /Maria
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome. Doing my best over here.
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