What do you think?

03 January 2022

In my odyssey to a life well lived, I’ve learned that perspective is something I lack yet something I will never fully grasp.

If I refused to take myself to a better place in 2020 aka therapy, I would’ve thrown myself into the deep end of a self-imposed chamber when I came into 2021. I lost a special person, switched careers, and fully immersed myself in the suburban lifestyle. It would’ve been a recipe for the famous depression platter.

Although my brain had a million ways to tease me, I used to think sulking was the only way to go whenever things took a turn. It took me 26 years into this lifetime to understand that perspective directs one’s way of life. I’ve occasionally spoken about learning to choose my battles and minding my own business but it’s only in the recent year that I particularly chose to live by it. I wish I believed them the first time they said it was the magic recipe to a livable life. 

Empathy aside, I had a conversation with my best friend about learning to understand that people will never truly understand. I’ve learned that for others, no matter how polished it looks, there’s always an odd corner. What I learned? It's perfectly alright. After all, life isn't some Hannah Montana Double life. But even if it was, like Hannah (or Miley) you'll always have a Lily. The right people will always let it slide—in a good way, you know, without breaching quarantine rules.

I’ve learned to believe in the sage words that people believe what they want to and that’s perfectly alright. To each his own, they said. I admit that I’m with Bretman Rock when he asks “Why you built like that?” but just as he is, he minds his own business.

I’m filing the year 2021 with a subtitle that says I’ve learned to let my perspective grow in ways I didn’t know I could. I’ve also understood that in that very same way, others would [always] refuse. I’m still learning about properly processing my emotions, my pet peeves still get to me, and I still pray for the grace of an understanding heart.

Trusting in the wise words of Renee Fleming: “Everybody's a work in progress."

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