Work-In-Progress

Constance, Germany, 2017.

 
  I am currently reading "The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A Fuck" by Mark Manson, and I have to give it up to the man. I was never one for all those books in the self-help section and even though he argues that this book isn't one of those books, let me inform you: this book totally belongs in that section. At first, when my Dad passed this book along to me, and by that I mean, I took from him because I knew there was no way he was going to finish this book by the end of his trip, I was, although entertained, a bit dubious. Then, as I delved deeper into the book, shit started making sense and I got on board: I started asking myself questions, I reminded myself that it is alright to not have satisfactory/acceptable answers to all those questions. 

  These past months have been difficult. I have to accept this fact. Whatever the reason, I haven't had an easy time coping. More times than I care to count I shut myself in this little bubble from the world. Though it saved me from a lot of immediate bad experiences, in the long run this approach did not make me any happier. I am still trying to find a balance between my private life and what the rest of the world gets to see. It hasn't been easy to establish but, I think, like most things in life, this is always going to be a work-in-progress for me. 

  This too is something that I often forget: life is a constant work-in-progress. As long as one is alive, it will always remain a work-in-progress. There are no constants because we are not constant. We perpetually change, evolve even, and that is why our desires and needs keep, one might say, fluctuating. And that is okay. It is okay to want one thing today and want something else tomorrow. It signifies growth, whether good or bad, it signifies growth.