As philosopher Henri Bergson said, “To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.
I tweeted this today. I felt I can easily relate on every bit of thought this quote conveys. It spells a lot of the “me” in it as of late.
To exist is to change?
Life can sometimes be a series of routines. We deliberately live a life of routines. Starting with what constitutes our waking hours. Have breakfast. Prepare to go to work. Iron your uniform. Have some coffee. Smear the lipstick while on the cab. Work your way through the corporate jungle. And then spend your slightly – sleepy but – not moments facing your laptop browsing through whatever catches your attention. It maybe your frenemy’s fb escapade; your x’s new hot chick or your stack of profile pix you’re obsessing with!
Indeed this crappy, “mind altering” social streams appear more urgent as the need is. They scream for our major major attention until nothing is left for us to retune in the voice of our higher self.Indeed, these noise hinder us from seeing and putting first things first!
Life in the strange arabesque city can be so strenuous. Whenever anything irks us because it takes us away from our comfort zones generally receives a “shirking off response” from us. Admit it or not, we hate it when the time to change our old ways flags up in our lives with a red flashy signal.
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I realised that after some time of experience, one grows judgement. 20% come from knowledge. But the rest of my 80% comes from my (in)experience. However much we have learned, we can not put a leash on life when it sends us those much needed “lemons” of change. I realised that, these lemons are not only great stuff for making “lemonades”. These are like “landmarks of passage” our character needs to be better. The only sad thing about this is that I painfully paid a high cost for learning this. Thanks to my mistakes!!! ( I’ll share more on this next time )
Hence, let it be a determiner for us to sharpen up if we see nothing’s changing.
Go on creating oneself endlessly.
For awhile, I kept re-reading this line. I’m beginning to do some self-affirmations to myself that “even I failed, I am not a failure”.
Here’s the thing, should we cease from being our better selves if we fail to reach our initial expectations? If our plans crumbled into ashes of broken dreams, does it signal us to halt and simply stand still? If our group outcasts us due to our inability to conform, does it mean forever being alone?
Sometimes it really takes a lot of divine insight to look at our losses. Human perspective alone will not sustain our desire to endlessly change ourselves. The moment we recognize the need to change, it would be a wholly different endeavour to act upon the change we are pre-destined to be.
Finally, even though life gives us lemons. It’s still up to us to make lemonades from it.
Move or be moved?
It’s up to you.
Infinite Wanderlust 