I was browsing through my old posts and I felt sad. I couldn’t help but think that I was a much better writer before than I am now.
Not sure why–I was inspired? Creative? I had time? Excited? And as it turns out, I became indifferent, boring and jaded, is that what?
Probably not. I just…grew up.
The third law of thermodynamics pretty much explains that everything moves to a state of entropy sooner or later. It means we will all disintegrate; we’re all going to disappear from this world and God knows where we’re going to end up. To combat entropy is to provide knowledge. I believe that’s what we do in this lifetime–it’s not to make other people happy or make our dreams come true (that’s just our excuse), it’s learning how to survive until we reach our own entropy. Cos what are we going to do until then, right?
It sounds harsh, I know. I know. If you’re a young and idealistic millennial, it’s hard to come to terms that your expectations will never meet reality. If you think life is going to be all rosy and happy after you achieve Dream A or B, it’s not. You’re just about to embark on an even more difficult journey ahead of you. I’m telling you now–and I WISH somebody had told me this while growing up–it never stops. The struggles never stop. We just learn how survive and deal with them.
Bad news is life is going to be more inconvenient, challenging and will just be a total bitch to you. No grown-up is living perfection every waking day.
Wait, what’s that? How about your Instagram Idols? GET OVER YOURSELF. These people also struggle to survive the pressure of their own perfect lives. Getting busy how to frame their perfect lives for you to feel bad and for them to validate their egos with Likes from people like YOU. How many selfies do you take before you get the perfect shot?
Good news is you become stronger, wiser and a champion. And then before you know it, it’s over.
Here are 28 lessons I’ve gathered from struggling and surviving. Hopefully, these will make your surviving much more manageable than mine.
1 You can’t make somebody love you the way you want them to.
Respect begets respect. You get what you give. Do not do unto others–something–whatever, the golden rule.
We were all led to believe that if you do something good, if you give something good, you will receive something good in return. Unfortunately, for some reason, LOVE given to a particular person is NOT on the list of ‘good things you give hence you will receive in return.’ Nope. Never.
Love is a gamble; you either win or lose. You either feel happy or devastated. You are either lucky or downright sad.
For some reason, the most beautiful thing in the world can easily turn out to be the ugliest overnight–and I regret to tell you when I say overnight, it’s both LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY. You wake up one morning to a text that says “it’s over.” It happens. It happens.
No offense, Millennials. But this ‘ThoughtCatalog’ line of thinking has got to stop. No, that person will never magically come back if you stop texting for three months. No, that person will never have a change of heart and even if that happened, isn’t there a likelier chance that it will change again sometime soon? And no, even if you make yourself hotter than ever, more successful than ever–that person will never ever want you back. That’s just shallow.
Why is that, you ask? Because the person you’re pining for is a piece of $#!*. That’s the only explanation why somebody you loved so much could hurt you just as much. Cos that person is a piece of $#!*. Repeat after me, that person is a piece of $#!*.
Okay, I got carried away. Let me rephrase that. Not a piece of $#!* but a person with choices; and there exists a choice that doesn’t include you. Face it.
It’s okay to be angry, it’s okay to be bitter. Whoever says that’s not okay? Don’t listen to these self-righteous animals. You’re human, you’re entitled to your emotions. We’re not the ones feeding you or crying on your behalf because a little piece of $#!* broke your heart (damn, I did it again). Several times over, if I might add. Why didn’t we the learn the first time around that a tall[er], handsome and smart guy (and the counterpart for ladies) is a recipe for disaster and would have ZERO remorse to ruin our lives because we let them in. Like it’s OUR fault to feel things. Most especially ZERO remorse to move forward, find someone new and get all disgustingly and obscenely sweet on your Facebook feed.
Wait, why are they still there on your Facebook feed? You didn’t block them? Oh. You’re still hoping that one day a message will pop in asking how you are. Then you’re going to subject yourself in the whole rigmarole of figuring out WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN before you reply with I MISS YOU, COME BACK.
Yo. BLOCK is a five-letter word that means freedom.
To be happy for the one who hurt you deeply after you pretty much gave everything you got–guts and all–isn’t fair. Why should you be happy? That person chose to not bother with your happiness, why should you bother with theirs? Nope, there is no such thing that you have to be HAPPY for them so you can set yourself free. No, no excuses.
What you need to do is to forgive even if that person never asked for forgiveness. That doesn’t necessarily mean you have to be happy for them. I mean, if you can, good for you. Congratulations on being a great person!
But not everybody is capable of feeling that way. If you’re normal–like me–I think the problem with forgiving is that we feel obligated to be happy for them. But it took me loooong enough to realize that I don’t have to be. I can move forward without doing them any favor because they didn’t give a $#!* about me anyway.
I will just do what makes me happy. And if that doesn’t include being happy for them, I won’t go against myself and force my heart to feel something that I don’t. The same manner that I can’t force them to feel something for me that they don’t.
What you can do, however, is to be at peace with your little piece of $#!* and yourself. They already made a choice, hence it’s over. Be kind to yourself and don’t get stuck in a rut. Once you do realize and accept that, it will be easier to get on the next level–MORE HEARTBREAKS. Just kidding. Or not.
But the wisest person I’ve ever known once told me (Hi, Daddy!), “The first cut is the deepest, this could also mean the worst is over.” It just means you’re going to be just fine, as long as you want to be.
Forgive. In that way, you become at peace with yourself. Even when you felt your entropy has come the day that person left you, you still found it in your heart to forgive. Free yourself from all of the emotional baggage because–newsflash–you still have a looooong journey ahead of you, waiting with bigger problems, larger struggles but as they say, also more sources of happiness. You’re still alive. Move forward. I know it’s hard. I myself am still struggling to do so. But you also have a choice–either live your life or choose to be sad over somebody who chose to break your heart.
You’re no longer in each other lives. What’s the point of pining? Aren’t you tired? Aren’t we all tired?
Stop. It’s a waste of time when you could be working so much harder on your studies.
Stop. It’s a complete waste of energy when you could be hitting the gym and focus on your fitness goals.
Stop. It’s a complete waste of emotions because the more you wish that things were different, the more you invest in your emotions and THE MORE YOU LOSE YOUR WILL TO LOVE AGAIN.
Stop. So you can move forward and find the right person. Or the right person would find you. Eventually. And you’d be ready for real love; real, messy, beautiful twisted sunshine (thanks, Bonnie Bailey). Before you hit entropy, that is.
Remember, we are all each other’s monsters and we are all each other’s little piece of $#!*. We can’t change that. The damage has been done. But what we can do is to forgive. Again, we don’t have to be happy for them. But to forgive is to let go.
More importantly, you have to forgive yourself. It’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault, actually. You’re just not meant to be. *shrugs*
Let go. Find peace. Love again until your entropy.
And to those of you who never had trouble with your personal relationships whatsoever–oh well. Aren’t you lucky.
…to be continued