Rohingya refugees crossing into Bangladesh after massacres by the Myanmar military
I still have a few years left to live, and I fully intend to become a ballet dancer, a jet fighter pilot, an astronaut, and an opera singer while I still breathe. It’s going to take some real efforts at time management for me to fulfill my remaining potential. No more wasting time on social media. Nose to the grindstone.
Will I be good at any of these occupations? I suppose the only one that really matters is fighter pilot. Others could be killed if I over-estimate my abilities. If I prove to be a mediocre astronaut, I will disappoint Mission Control, but drifting off into the endless void will not cause others to suffer. As a clumsy ballet and opera performer, I can bore an audience, but such an outcome would hardly be newsworthy.
Are you aware of which celebrities have had the same disease from which you are now suffering? To learn how they handled it might prove instructive, if not inspirational. Sure, unlike you they might have been able to afford the best medical treatment, but even super doctoring is no guarantee against a virulent pathogen. If they survived it, you can do. Maybe.
In fact, maybe you’re already on the same lifestyle page. They worry about negative publicity, while you fret away nary a second on possible bad press. So if you’re not having the life sucked out of you by a virus or bacteria, you can probably breathe easy about the rest of your problems. You’re a winner today!
Nobody said it would be easy. The world around us is hardly foolproof. Scoundrels and knaves abound. To pretend otherwise is to invite disaster.
The ones who desire power above all else are the ones you should not trust, but it takes effort and diligence to root them out. They are, above all else, as sneaky and they are persistent. They’re not playing games here. For them, staying in power is serious business. Their only business.
We can pretend not to care, to float above the fray, but the fray will find a way to drag us down. We will be devoured, and the part they find inedible they will spit out. After all, we were simply in their way. What else could we expect them to do?
When you look at everything as a gift, as grace, then envy and remorse disappear. If you consider it your duty to simply enjoy this day as much as possible, then you become child-like. You are less inclined to confront other people, to give instructions, to find fault, to blame. You find it easy to cultivate patience, because the whole notion of waiting becomes absurd. Who are you to decide which moment is more important than another? Why not find a way to enjoy where you are and what’s happening around you, right now? Any other response is at best arrogance, and at worst, insanity