02/25/2026: This Little Life of Ours
I wish I could just share the lyrics to one of my favorite songs as my blog post today, but I’ll try to capture my thoughts and feelings about it instead. This song came on while I was getting ready this morning, and I had to play it on repeat, because it’s the way I feel currently.
I’m worried but optimistic. Things seem to be coming together on a personal level, meanwhile the world continues to fall apart. I’m at peace today, despite my subconscious being in a hurry in other aspects of life that I have no control over today. I’m holding the puzzle pieces hoping that someday soon they’ll start to fit together.
I’m trusting of the people I know and love, but I’m weary of the world. I’m trying not to think of myself as a freeloader as I move back home and lean on family for a while. I’m defensive of my dreams, but at the same time I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I feel supported, but also that people never have what I want and what I care about at the center of their support. I feel like I speak clearly, but I’m still so much more often than not misunderstood.
All of this to say, there are good and bad days, and it will always be this way. And the lesson in the song, at least to me, is that we have to learn to take all of these things in stride, because “Momma told me” this is just how it is. Oh, to live in a world where only the good parts of the song were true, but then how would we ever learn and grow?
Every low in my life so far has taught me a valuable lesson about the world, as well as myself. I often feel proud of the fact that my past self wouldn’t recognize me, and I often wonder if I could go back in time to visit that younger version of myself if she would even give me the time of day. I’ve always been me, yet I’m not the same. Who knows how it would go?
I believe that we’re who we need to be at the exact time in life that we need to be. If we made one different choice, or even made the same choice at a different time, there’s no telling how our trajectories could change. Imparting my newfound wisdom onto my past self might upset the foundation on which my older self stands. The scales could tip either way, just like a good day can turn to a bad one in the blink of an eye, or vice versa.
We can speculate, though there will always be uncertainty. We can dwell, accepting that there will always be darkness. But, best of all, we can also hope, because there will always be a silver lining. We just have to live every day knowing that things will always change. We will change, for better or worse. We will learn and we will grow, if we’re lucky. And so will the world, even if it’s not within our timeframe—or, at least hopefully it will before it’s too late, anyway.
But either way we have to believe that most things will change for the better. It’s what keeps us grounded and sane. It might also be what causes someone to finally wake up one day and want better for themselves, which could spark a fire, creating a chain reaction that does make this world a better place overall. In the meantime, though, we can do our part by taking the highs and lows as they come, and believing that something good will come out of this little life of ours in the time that we have here.