There is a way out of the feeling of misery; change. How hard it is to keep improving. It is almost as if clinging to past wisdom is the only thing we know how to do best. I’ve been disturbed by this before, and even recently. But sometimes the wisdom of yesterday cannot be the wisdom of today.
Sometimes we want something wholly so badly that we forget the value time adds to having it as we want it, maybe because in the past we’d get things in a short time. But time too changes. It grows bolder. It gets tighter too as to force us to be humbler by will. Time moulds us for our own good; to unharden our hearts, to open our minds.
Naturally, we don’t like doing things differently. We enjoy patterns and routines. They become our cocoons, our wisdom. And when someone or something threatens that order, we push them away in an attempt to retain our space. People love to retain their space, and unknowingly force themselves into others’. We are selfish like that.
You get to a point in your life when you find yourself fighting too hard for something that you’d effortlessly have if you accepted to do things a little differently. Most of the time it’s because we are too afraid to lose that we seldom allow ourselves to be creative, to let our souls see others first before we get back into ourselves.
To love is to set free. To live is to keep walking, but sometimes you’ve got to change your route when there is too much traffic.