Monday, June 13, 2011

Handbook of Life's Complications?...

...I never understood why life has to be so complicated. When I was younger, things seemed so easy. Seeing the adult world through the eyes of a child is completely different than seeing it through adult eyes. Life seemed to have some kind of a code that it followed, like some handbook that gave lessons on how to react or handle things that you encounter in your life. I felt sure it was some secret that couldn't be shared with someone until they were 18 and considered an adult. Then all of the sudden you knew how to handle everything as an adult and the rest of life just fell into place. The job, the house, the car, the relationship, the marriage and then finally the kids. After kids you just grew old together as a family and lived happily ever after. So when I turned 18 and nothing got easier, no one came to me and told me the secret of growing up, and I didn't all of the sudden gain intelligence and intuition that made me an adult, i started to think maybe i just was not lucky enough to have what we were supposed to have, the kind of life people who deserved it got. Things just got harder from there.Then I realized that I was not the only one. A lot of people apparently didn't get the handbook. Everyone I encountered had some story that was either similar or even worse than mine. It was then I started to realize that there was no instruction manual. All you have is your personal instinct to go by, your own sense of right and wrong. The decisions you make are based on what you feel needs to be done at that time for whatever reason. This is the reason why life gets so complicated. Everyone runs their life on momentary feelings without the consideration of someone else's feelings. So I started thinking that if I just payed a little more attention to how what I'm doing would make me feel if I was on the other side of the situation, and if it would make me feel bad, don't do it, maybe my life would get less complicated.... Maybe I'm wrong, but what if I'm not?...    

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