Sunday, 14 February 2016
How to fall in love with living
Show up. Have the conversation. Be honest with yourself. And others. Buy the damn plane ticket. Know that happiness and success are not exclusive to other people. Be kind to yourself. And others. Remember that nothing is permanent: not your fear, not your sadness, not that awkward crease in your beloved dress. Hoard little moments of joy in your heart like treasure: the way that latte warms your hands in the depths of winter, her farcical, foghorn laugh, how those fresh, soft sheets feel around your limbs. Fill your hands with a good book. Eat your greens. Cheerlead yourself. And others. Say yes. Pay the compliment. Accept the compliment. Move. Shake. Sweat. Life looks better through the lens of endorphins. Throw kindness around like confetti. Celebrate those little victories of yours. And those of others. Get out of the country. Of your hometown. Of your front door. Create, create, create. Be curious about the thing. DO the thing, especially if it scares the shit out of you. Forgive yourself. And others. Look up. Look out. Look around, with as much awe and marvel and gratitude as you can conjure. Be thoroughly selfish. And selfless. Find peace in the knowledge that your existence will always be messy and imperfect. And that's okay, if not quite beautiful. Love with a sincere heart. Love anything you can to the depths of your great and grubby soul: a human, a landscape, a half-battered cassette you found from 1996. It'll breed more of the good stuff.