Something is happening. Perspective is expanding. We're growing. We're growing human beings and although I feel like I'm constantly in stress for one reason or the other, perspective can deal with it. Just deal with it, okay?
More perspective, less stress. I want more perspective. Perspective is the solution. More perspective?
From mistakes. From experiences. From life. Living a life open to mistakes and experiences. Putting yourself out there. Purposely doing so expecting that you're going to mess it all up— and if not, you're lucky, it was meant to be; or something else romantic like that.
Is it meant to be? Is anything meant to be, really? I like to think so. I like to tell myself that. Because if nothing was meant to be, and everything wasn't how it was supposed to be, then it would be wrong.
Not meant to be. More stress, less peace.
When it's not meant to be, and there is no perspective. There's stress. That thing that most people are running towards, but I want to run away from.
So, what do you do?
You let it float.
You let it float on by. It's not yours.
Let it fire up. Heat the air around you.
You? You'll be fine. You'll float with it. Up, down, side to side. Until it runs out. The air cools, and with the grace you allowed for it to be present, with grace it will float on down to earth and sink below you.
There's a place for it to be housed. Just not in you. Not with you, but alongside you. With its presence that doesn't envelope you. It can't force you to take the ride.
But more rides, more perspective.