I think everyone remembers saying, “what will we play when we get home!”. Mostly we said this during our childhood when we had all the time in the world to play and just have fun.
We didn’t think of our future career, nor about how well everyone else is doing and how shitty we are, no! We just enjoyed EACH and EVERY moment to the fullest. Maybe that’s the reason children are mostly happy and even if they are not, they’ll just say it to our face, not hide their true feelings as we all do, all the fucking time?
When I was coming back from my gym it started drizzling, I saw a bunch of children playing on the street and some of them were annoyed. There was this one girl who looked kind of annoyed and stressed at the same time. She had her hands over her head and said aloud sounding annoyed “Now that it’s raining, what will we play when we get home!”
Out of all the miseries in the world, her one and only concern at that time was the rain and the conundrum about what to play with her friends when she gets home. And here I am scrutinizing my whole past, occasionally catastrophizing my future, carefully evaluating everything I say and hear, thinking about why the fuck do we even exist? Why is there something rather than nothing? How does everyone have their life figured out but me? Why do I fuck up every time? Will I ever be happy? Will I ever find work that I genuinely enjoy? Why is everyone struggling so much and working so much? Is life THAT complicated or have we made it that way?
And many more thoughts………… Sometimes all of them occur at the same time, which then takes the form of my favorite……anxiety, Muuuaaahhh.
Well, this mind chatter will keep going on, and we will have to deal with it. So let’s just observe a child keenly when we are in their vicinity, and learn from them the art of being present and living every moment fully!