In many ways, life is a bunch of tragedies and heartaches just waiting to happen, and it’s not like anyone makes it out alive yeah?
Rather than make everything shit and pointless, those tragedies waiting in the wings can drive us to value all our sparkling moments and make the most out of everything we’ve got; every minute with the people we care about, every encounter, every wave, every drink. In a perfect world that impermanence should push us to devour life and new things. Be more and see more, always. In practice we often get dulled and lulled by the day to day, we rarely live fast or follow our dreams/passions. Shout out to those that do. That takes some effort and fearlessness. That takes courage, and the truth is we prefer comfort. It’s a trap.
