I’ve been away this month and so have been following election news from afar. Distance does not make the heart grow fonder for the mess back home. To be honest, I was half-expecting some kind of violence to happen this year, and everything else that’s been unfolding with the candidacies is just our worst predictions come true.
I can’t give too much headspace to bad news. Life is very peaceful for me right now, and the happiness I feel overpowers everything else. I want to shore it all up in vivid memories, and the only way to do that is to really be present and let other things go.
And the only way to let things go is to try to practice humility, which is still a struggle for me. Humility is almost always the first answer; it makes other answers more attainable. I’m prideful, not in simple arrogance, but in the way of looking to myself first in all things, of assuming much from my own resourcefulness, and holding inconsequential things close and dear. Humility is shunning the comfortable anxiety that is choking me.
Today is a beautiful day—the sun is coming out and my stomach ache is clearing up. I like hearing the seagulls squawking, a laughter that is either sweet or sinister depending on the time of day. Pretty soon I will go to the shop, a familiar and gentle routine. I’m glad to be alive.
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