On growing blinded by delusions. Sometimes the belief is that life today is the embodiment of all our failed ambitions and dreams; we simply cannot grasp all the other dimensions of life that follow the opposite. It's unceasing. The thought that being something else, something better, could have been possible had we gone about life a different way.
I think it's fair to have sentiments like that, and I think we all do it, but taking things for granted is simply no cure. Even learning how to appreciate the mundanity of our daily walkabouts into reality, the embarrassingly few occasions of virtue, and counting every miniscule thing worthy of gratitude (to whom, I'm not sure) is tough and can elude real ideas about what avenues to happiness are truly the best. I do ponder, however, why there are so many misfortunes that befall all of us due simply to the miraculous accidents of birth.
With all the great tragedies and grievances of existence, I cannot proceed into each day by asking "why me" all of the time, because something good might still come. I may not know that for sure but it seems to happen to everyone else. So ask, "why not me?" I've learned a lot in my 26 years of being alive, and I'm glad for it.
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