“Get busy living, or get busy dying.” – Shawshank Redemption
I have a bad habit.
Last night, my roommate came back at around midnight and we spent until 3am talking and catching up about what happened over the holidays.
I slept in this morning. I couldn’t be helped, I thought. If I sleep late, of course I’m going to wake up late. Anyways…
I think we can all agree on one thing–everyone has 24 hours in a day to work with. I know this as well… however, I spent the next hour lying in bed wishing that there were more hours in a day instead.
It wasn’t until I got out of bed, when I realized how counter-productive my thinking was. Did I really just spend an hour in bed wishing that there were more hours in a day? Yes, I did. That is a bad habit of mine; this is not the first time I have thought this.
We all have 24 hours in a day. Let’s all try to make the best of what time we have instead of wasting precious time wishing there was more of it. This is a reminder to myself more than anything else!
Ah, for today’s “Musing of the Day”, I have what is more like a “Joke of a Day”
This is inspired by my run-in with a lover of furry animals today.
Yes, that’s right. It’s a cat stretching. Normally, you wouldn’t think anything about it, but what about now?
Yes, that’s a dog stretching. Does this spark a memory? Even though these stretches are essentially the same, the dog version gets the limelight. And then, it got me thinking… the person who adapted this stretch to accommodate humans, must have been a dog-lover. This is the “downward dog” in its purest form!
How’s that for a bit of unnecessary enlightenment, haha! ;D Suddenly, I feel like stretching.
Anger does indeed have a “pause” button.
I was angry. I wanted to say things like: “Ugh… again? I cannot begin to describe how disappointed I am in you.”
I looked at the two messages. I wanted to respond with the intention to hurt, but didn’t. Instead, I clicked the screen off and went outside to walk. The winter night was calming and the trees were decked with lights. I started to forget about my anger, my disappointment. After a while, all that was left was a small hint of disappointment. I clicked my screen on, and looked at the two messages again.
It wasn’t even that big of a deal. Everyone makes mistakes. No one is perfect. I’m not perfect. Why was I so prepared to blow such a small problem out of proportion? I would be like saying, “No! You are not allowed to make mistakes. You are not allowed to be human!”
Angry impulses feel good, they tempt you with revenge. But no, that is a bad mindset. Mentally, I took a step back–pressed the pause button–took anger, and replaced it with forgiveness.
In the short-term, anger yields immediate reward but has long-term consequences. Forgiveness, although harder to harness, requires short-term effort, but yields long-term rewards.
It’s easy to fall into the habit of looking for something to love–something to keep you going when the momentum of excitement starts to wane–be it in a situation, job, task, or relationship. The thing about looking for these qualities, is that things change; humans change; circumstances change.
“It is important to look not for something to love, but to look with love.”
Maybe, it is the difference between:
“Well, at least […]. There’s that, I guess.”
“Yes, I love this […]. I haven’t forgotten. :)”
Maybe, that is all it takes to keep the exhilarating momentum of newness from fading. Qualities and features can change, but your perspective doesn’t have to.
Disclaimer: Of course, this doesn’t apply to things that make you absolutely miserable or harm you.
Motivation is the inspiration. Willpower is what keeps you going even after you realize that all that glitters is not gold–but fake gold–which tries to draw your eyes away from that which is at the end…success.
Aside: MOTD stands for “Musing of the Day”. Short posts about realizations, and thoughts that happen across my mind.
Today, I was walking to the subway station. My eyebrows were furrowed as I was thinking hard. I was thinking about all the things I had to do that day, and how I would fit in the things I wanted to do. I brooded about the things that I said I would do that morning, but didn’t because I woke up too late. I criticized my lack of self-control; last night, I told myself that this would be the day I woke up early. It wasn’t.
As I neared the station doors, I realized that the whole time, my gaze was consistently fixed on the ground 5 meters in front of me. I sighed and forced my eyebrows to relax. Then I looked up. Buildings. People. Trees.
I looked higher yet and realized that the sky was blue and the sun was shining. My eyebrows knitted again. Why did I spend so much time looking at the ground when I could have seen what a beautiful day it was today? No. Don’t wonder. Just look around–breathe in.
The day seemed better already.
Maybe you, too, are too busy looking at the ground in front of you to notice the wonderful things around you. Stop, breathe, look around. Sometimes, we forget.