How You Choose Change
Nobody is going to tell you when it’s time to go. Nobody is going to tell you how to move on. They can offer you advice that has worked for them, but at the end of the day, those words of wisdom can only be road signs. You can’t always replace your own GPS. I mean this earnestly, and I mean this even in light of all the advice I spew out. I don’t expect you to always follow it. I don’t expect you to agree. I just hope that, if you’re struggling, something will reignite a fire inside you and fuel you forward until you are able to yourself.
Nobody is going to come and hand you your life. If you are unhappy, nobody else is responsible. At all times, you have two choices: complain or change. And if you continually refuse to choose the latter, you will die just as you are. I don’t think that’s what any of us want, really. We’re always looking for the bigger, better, more miraculous: its ingrained in our humanity and its taught to us by society. Whichever way it comes, its a foundation, and its not worth fighting. Because we are supposed to grow. We are not supposed to be stagnant creatures.
There is a time to change and a time to accept what is. Discerning the two causes unimaginable strife, and forget about making the wrong judgment call. But a mistake doesn’t have to be a death sentence. It doesn’t have to be the end of all you are and all you can be one day, you just have to learn to keep choosing.
Keep choosing to change. Keep choosing to love, even when everything outside you says otherwise. One of the problems with the world is that we’re all so jaded, following by others’ example is following someone into their grave. If you’re going to be 6 feet under, at least dig out space for your own funeral.
Do not let the fear of the unknown paralyze you. Day-in and day-out routine becomes mind-numbing eventually. But before we’re numb, we’re sad. We’re depressed. We want to change. Act while you still have the desire to. If you’re feeling lost and aggravated and as though nothing is going right, hold on to that, because it means you still want things to turn around. Once you’ve lost interest in your life, once you’ve numbed yourself and you’ve stopped caring about what happens to you– that’s when you die inside.
But you can resurrect yourself, if you want. All you have to do is choose to. You may be thinking to yourself I can’t because of this reason or that reason. But I’m here to tell you that no matter how far-fetched it is, no matter how much you think you cannot afford it, no matter how afraid you are to let go, there is always a way. I know it sounds overly-idealistic, but all you have to do is choose to take one step forward. It’s just a few seconds of horrifying courage, and you’re on the other side. Keep stepping. Keep going. Keep scaring your fears into submission. You’ll wake up on the other side one day, before you even realize where you are. You’ll only be blind until you choose otherwise.