Facebook pullout: I hope your 2018 is a great one, too, and that you don’t have to wonder, at the end of the year, whether or not it ‘could’ve been me’. Perfect love casts out all fear, so go out there and love; we’ll all have problems and they can either be’ just problems’ or something transformative.
This Mark Manson post really got me thinking recently.
Thinking about tragedy and limitations and what I can’t or won’t do had its place in my twenties, but this new year is about faith and action. “The will to believe” as William James put it.
As Manson says:
We don’t always control what happens to us. But we always control a) how we interpret what happens to us, and b) how we respond to what happens to us.
What would this year be like if I tried to assume that I was in much more control than I currently assume? I must work with what’s thrown at me but that I can accomplish an awful lot in the divine dance of circumstance and action This idea grates against the over-determinism so assumed by the circles I’ve run in for the last, I don’t know, decade, which is why I love it. I need to hold this idea loosely and not let it torment me, but there is freedom to be found in the midst of this consistent, assertive response to life’s blows and learning from them. I think I have good reason to believe this year could be the best yet, and the world could be better for it.
The energy I’m calling upon to do this has a blue collar tinge to it because as Camille Paglia asserts, blue collar people tend to know where they stand in the universe and thus can go out and live with a lot of energy and freedom.
Millenials can be a whiny bunch, liberal and conservative. May this year be the year that shit happens and I make art out of it instead of complaining and withdrawing. Can’t predict exactly where it will take me, but if I continue to build on my 2017 attitude and add even more swagger and presence, and add just a touch of luck, it could be a great one.
I hope yours is too, and that you don’t have to wonder, at the end of the year, whether or not it ‘could’ve been me’. Perfect love casts out all fear, so go out there and love; we’ll all have problems and they can either be’ just problems’ or something transformative.