If you give a fuck about lot of things, you end up being fucked up!~Mark Manson
What does it really mean?
I have spent the last few months, summing up to almost a year and a half fussing about landing at a definition of this overrated yet ordinary word “life”.
I started from high rated definitions like being unique, extraordinary, odd one out, the best, the different one, the … and standing out of the crowd to do something crazy, that you may call your dream work, that will end you up in Mercedes or.. Harley Davidson and will result in increasing the budget of your vacations from a low simple vacation to a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious one, is life.
And yeah, I learnt the spelling of this long word for a month, thinking to leave a remark and, you know, be an odd one out.
But at last, what actually helped me find the true definition of life, and a not so highly rated one, is the fact that there isn’t any definition at all. What you live, with pain and struggles, is life. As simple as it is. And not in the least are you supposed to be odd to appreciate it!
You are an ordinary, simple and usual man like anyone else in this world with a heavy baggage of stupidity in your head and more problems than hours in a day!
And this is life.
Accepting that you are negative at times, your life sucks more often than not, things go wrong more easily with you than going right, while the world seems to be sitting at a luxury sofa and having pancakes and … And it is okay. Because this is how it is. Accept it.
Acceptance is life.
Standing in between the crowd and accepting that you are alike, and no different than all around you except the different diet plans and a difference in timings of the arrival of the same-same kind of problems. That’s it.
Till date, I was literally searching topics about which I should blog on. Searching from every source I could. And then, after a lot of searches, landed on the fact that not a lot of people, like me, are motivated and thus require motivation, so I began reading motivational novels, books, autobiographies… Not to learn from them but just to do something to tell aloud that I was extraordinary. I used to read around 500 to 1000 pages and go through an hour or so of some related videos to be able to produce a blog that suits the readers, more than it suits me!
Ishika (I) had been a good writer since my schooldays, and actually loved writing, especially in the poetic sense, but the fear that at the international level I may fail in becoming an appraised blogger, I comprised my thoughts. I deliberately put myself to so much stress and reading and messy schedules, just to have a life that can be dictated through my blogs and can receive appreciation, while actually negotiating the sense of living all at once. Concerning myself with everything and everyone I actually started accepting that I am already a failure without even trying to try and, ending up depressed and visiting a psychiatrist a couple of months ago!
This is where all that running behind the pre-requisite motivation and extraordinary life landed me.
I spent the next whole month almost 2000 miles away from my place with people from all over the world, and almost all different continents and cultures.
I read self-help books.
Luckily enough, then there was this book, I came across.
The book that I thought of re-reading while I wasn’t even half-a-way across its pages. I read it once, twice…
and this book, by Mark Manson, gave me a worthy counterexample to the high rated definition of life, and upskilled me to a better one as per which accepting the ordinary and bringing a pause to the race for perfection, happiness and comfort, and to stop losing sleep over every other thing through his book, ‘The Subtle Art of Not Giving A F*ck’.
And then I wrote this blog, the third blog that I wrote without pre-requisite motivation or stress or planning… I just wrote it in the middle of my sleep. I wrote it when I was tired and ready to bed at nighty nine and suddenly felt the thirst to write since I hadn’t written a word back a long while, busy with my life-hunt. And I wrote this note!
I think I will write a lot now. And you must follow. Because now I don’t really care if what I write really makes sense, or is decorated with heavy phrases or not , or will make me famous or not …
I have just learnt this new way of accepting the things and then trying to work on them. It really works.
And giving you a taste of my mathematical ground, the equation of life supports some real paradoxes, like the Russell’s paradox, I must add.
A case in point : when I stopped craving for comfort, I became a little comfortable.
A lot more to add, but I hope you got the point?