Don’t sweat the small stuff.
We’re all just people.
Things rarely turn out as bad as we fear…
I genuinely believe the above statements – so why, then, is it so hard to live life according to them?
We are all going to die at some point, so why is it only when people get a diagnosis of a terminal illness or other terrible event that they truly appreciate the value of living each day fully?
When we know that everyone feels fear, hope, loss, hurt, brushes their teeth and occasionally gets constipated after eating too much cheese – why do we still feel some people are “better” or more important than us?
Why do we worry about little things that really don’t matter in the grand scheme of things?
I got to thinking about this while doing some work for a charity that supports people with a variety of life limiting illnesses. Reading people’s stories of how even the simplest everyday tasks are made difficult because of disability or disease is very sobering, and does make me incredibly grateful for my general good health.
I sometimes wonder if everyone has a gloom level to which they will instinctively return, regardless of circumstances. So, if something terrible happens in your life, you worry about that and other things don’t seem to matter as much. But when things are otherwise fine and dandy, you can find yourself agonising over a bad coffee.
I wish I had a nobler character and could rise above the pettinesses, being grateful for my fortunate circumstances. I know there will come a day when I look back and wonder why I ever complained about things, as life was so good.
If anyone has any suggestions as to how to lift themselves out of the trivial pessimism that can pervade everyday life, I’d love to hear them.