Saving our Sanity by Neglecting our Fragility

Why only when we painfully fall over - we stop and look around. Why only at those very emotionally filled moments we are here, present? Aren't we only living when we are in the present? Future and past doesn't exist, everything that does exist is here and now. Yet the majority of the time we are on autopilot stuck either at the back on an airplane or planning our next trip. Is that our way (by that I mean constantly thinking about the future or past) of escaping the reality because it is not the subjectively perfect one yet, thus we try to numb the psychological pain or discomfort of admitting that everything that surrounds us is everything that we have and maybe will have. Of course, it is obviously not everything that we want to have, right? Some want more money, a lover, children, a house, a car, more food... I think this particular idea of wanting more stops us from living in the present. Because it is not yet the best part of our life (although I think it's debatable if a human ever get's to one) we choose to live in the "perfect" non existent future or good old days, where everything was familiar, comfortable. You know, I think that some of us are avoiding being grateful for the present. I believe that we are afraid that if we will stop and try to be grateful, we won't get anything more from life, because at that particular moment we will admit that we are "okay" with everything that we already have and that we don't really need anything more (need not want, it is important to distinguish the difference between the two). I believe most of us think (at least subconsciously) that with this mindset we will stop the life's fruits from growing. As soon as we stop to appreciate of what we have, at that moment we are no longer seeking for something better, greater, bigger... Although it is necessary to remember that the future is fragile. Not in order to constantly worry about it...

Why then?

Statistically speaking... 70 years... 70 years... that's all you get, if you're lucky... 70 summer, 70, winters, 70 birthdays. Seems soo little, and yet we dare to waste our days without mercy. We go to bed after spending a completely useless day, without communicating with our people, without doing something that we would love to do and as we dare to step into our beds, we are sure that as we slowly close our eyes, we will wake up tomorrow. Isn't that a little arrogant? What if you won't? What if that shitty day was your last? What if that shitty sentence that your mouth formed to the most important person in your little life was the last one? What if that disgusting dinner that you made because you were lazy to cook something tasty, was your last, and you will never again get to experience the beauty of flavours that this world could gift you?

So enjoy today, cherish it, seize it in every way possible. I like to say that this particular mindset that a human should live with, is made out of two latin phrases:

Memento mori and Carpe diem (Remember that You will cease to exist thus seize the day, because you never know when your time will come)

We're made this way, that only after someone literally dies, we actually realise the fragility of a humans life... and even then only for a little while. Is that our coping mechanism? Is that how we save our sanity by neglecting our fragility?

That's a question that will be left unanswered, for now anyway.

Let's remind ourselves to live a little, let's get our bodies out of the rut that we've been in.

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