The Passive Struggle

First we struggle from the womb to come out and take a look at this world; then we struggle to catch words and form language in our mouth; the struggle comes to impress our teachers and trying not to make eye contact with the girls or boys in school; Next comes the pressure to win the race and be the best in everything; Then the awkward one with trying to establish shy communication with the one you are crushing on; we grow up, go to college, struggle with work, bills, time, breakups, sex, marriage, kids and maybe cancer or a disease or two.

The struggle never ends. It’s passive and shy but always there, a helpless feeling like the one you get in your belly as a child. Somewhere in there within all this chaos, life happens. Not sure when, but suddenly you realize that you made patterns that distinguish you from everyone else. Whether it’s a routine, a hobby, a laugh, a talent, or the way you imitate celebrities so effectively or make a strange noise. Something about you makes you special. Even if it is that annoying noise you make, people will remember you for exactly those moments. No one says it, because everything has turned so ‘obvious’. If it’s obvious it’s redundant to mention it. But sometimes, even the obvious must be heard. 

Life is not a pancake. Life is not a straight path. If you find winding tracks where mysteries lie, go down there. Go down and see some magic. The passive struggle is too long and winding to not want to take chances. It’s always there, but twists and turns might not be. And we need those twists and turns. That, is also life.

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