I used to think nobody wants to be on the sides of life. Marginally connected to the big picture, these people would be condemned to an endless uninteresting life of wondering "what if". None of whom will ever be remembered in 200 years. I used to fear becoming one of them.
I had a discussion on this subject with some friends a while ago, and it ended up on the role a person's upbringing plays in their development. By that time, I hadn't yet fully realized the importance of this relationship. I still maintain, however, that this alone is not enough, but it is crucial for that matter. In any case, it all revolved around one simple premise: everyone is meant to do great things.
But are they?
Sometimes a person's potential lies exactly on the small, unnoticed, supporting actions for someone else's everyday life. A loving and caring housewife, an insightful bartender, a friend's shoulders on which to cry. Where would be the great men and women of all times without them?
Maybe the inherent unhappiness of these modern days lies just on this imperative must-win, no-fail, fast-paced craziness we burdened upon ourselves. Maybe our lives are actually smaller than what we estimate of them. Maybe we give it up on the wrong times because we are frightened of failure.
Who knows what we would be capable of if we just let ourselves free of this anticipation? Instead of burying ourselves in a pointless anxiety over success and growth, what if we just let life go and do our best with it? Perhaps this is an answer to someone out there. Perhaps it's just another source of affliction.
Anyway, it doesn't hurt to think about it.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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