If there’s one thing we can be damn sure of, it’s if we keep doing the same old things, we keep getting the same old things.
No good complaining life is monotonous and boring, if we don’t stick our necks out occasionally. Easier said than done especially if we’re feeling tired and worn down, but then again perhaps that’s exactly the time when we should make the extra effort! Monotony is renowned for bringing exhaustion in its wake… Too tired, too old, too bored.
What get’s us out of bed in the morning? New stuff, that’s what. New things make us feel excited. Children’s lives are full of excitement, because every day they find something new to be excited about. As time passes (if we don’t keep our wits about us), we begin to get stuck. We buy a house, we put our roots down, every day we make the same journey to work to do the same job with the same people, we come home again to the same routines… we turn on the telly, eat a sad and indigestible microwave meal, drink a bottle of wine and try to forget that this is all we have become. We begin to settle.
Settle is what we expect others to do. ‘At last he’s settled down!’ As if it were a good thing to no longer yearn for excitement and new experiences. ‘Settle’ is what water does when the flow begins to slow. Sooner or later it stops altogether and the freshness goes, and then the water that was once full of light and sound and vitality, becomes stagnant. It becomes poison.
This is what happens to us.
When we stop looking for new things, new experiences, new life, we start to atrophy. Our life force begins to diminish because our disinterest in ‘what comes next’ proclaims to the universe we no longer have a desire to live. We begin to send out nothing but negativity… Oh God, another day.
But not all follow the dead-end path. I have two friends (they are twins) who are 77 years old. I share this only because if you met them, you would never believe it. I have never known anyone who has been anywhere on this planet they haven’t. Their entire lives have been spent living. They never married and fell foul of convention. They’ve had no children – to their knowledge. They have always walked – or rather run – their own path, and it has been filled with fun, excitement, sadness, love, light and passion. They tell me, they have no regrets – not one – because they have always done everything they felt the urge to do. They say, when they die, they will be happy because they never wasted a single moment of the lives they’ve been given.
My journey has been very different. I did get married. I did buy a house. I did travel the same route to work, and I did have children. I didn’t travel the world and taste its countless delights, I didn’t climb the heights a soul that knows it’s free can, I stayed at home instead… and ‘settled’.
But now, before it’s too late, I want something different from the convention and expectation I felt weighed so heavy. Now my eyes and my heart are opening, and I can feel the flow inside of me. I want to live. I want to taste, and touch and smell and see and hear, and completely immerse myself in all good things this life is simply bursting to show me!
I see an door swinging open in front of me… I think I will walk through – no! I think I will run! 🙂