Disclaimer: I swear, a lot, in this post, and on this blog, and in life. If you don’t like crude language, or crass humor, or the over-usage of commas, you should probably just click the back button on your browser. Thanks.
I’ve had a rough time sitting down and writing these days. It’s particularly humid and hot outside this time of year on my little peninsula in Costa Rica. Before you roll your eyes because you’ve been up to your nips in snow all winter, I just want to talk to you about something.
Every one, every where, experiences life differently. There are some people you look at and think “hm, if I could just be like them, then I would be ok”. You have this delusional thought process that they, somehow, have everything under wraps. Everything is under control. Everything is rosy. Birds are chirping, sun is shining, waves are pumping, weather is sweet. If you’ve stuck around with me long enough, you know how I feel about comparison, especially on social media (which is basically the only way we know anything about anyone these days).
But the truth? Every one of us, every single place, is struggling with something. Now, before you take that sentence and think “damn, that’s harsh”…. I want to make something clear: our existence is not futile, everything does not suck, and the world is generally ok.
Chances are, you have clean water. You’re breathing air. You’re eating food. You’re reading a goddamn blog on the goddamn internet. But I know some days just seem to swallow you whole.
Like when you don’t want to get out of bed, but your bed is also your car, and your home, and your surf shack… and you share that space with another human who wakes you up with their farts because all you can afford is cheese and bread.
The media shows us where the bombs are dropping, people are dying, water is disappearing, politicians are corrupt, big business is taking our money, everything we see on the TV is negative. In addition to all of these MASSIVE problems; it demands that we be smarter, more beautiful, thinner, stronger, more masculine, more feminine, more out spoken, more polite, more everything. But the truth? We’re all fucking perfect. Every fucking day. Even if we’re having a fuck it moment.
So, if you’re having a Fuck-It day, or week, or month, or year. Remember this: your problems, today, will seem so silly and mundane when you look back on them. Think about what you cared about in 2010. Do you still care about that problem that was somehow eating you alive? If you do, perhaps you have some major work to do, but chances are… it’s all gravy baby. Vegan, dairy-free, gluten-free, nut-free, made-of-miracle-sparkle-shit, all-labels-on-errthang, gravy.
Now have a fucking good day. Go out there and rock your socks off.
Don’t think so? Try again.