Look up

I know what it’s like to have fallen so often that you’ve learned to anticipate the next one.

I know what it’s like to have fallen so often that the next fall’s part of the rhythm, like it was always there, like you meant for it to happen and like it’s part of your day-to-day experiences.

Being told to ‘cheer up’ or ‘keep going’ is all good and well when they’re the ones standing tall and walking in the sun. It’s like you’re the kid in the playground who’s allergic to everything and anything you do flips the switch…sucks doesn’t it?

I mean, sometimes you just sit there and you do nothing (except breathe) and somehow, some way, the universe or whatever you choose to call it, decides to tear you a new one…AND YOU HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING TO DESERVE IT!

I know what it’s like. I guess we all know what that’s like.

But it isn’t the end of days, is it? I know, “Let me wallow in my sorrows”, “let me and my sadness be”, but truth is you can’t afford to go down that route.

It’s addictive; the sadness.

It’s like cocaine to your fears. It feeds them, it energizes and inspires them and allows them so much power over your life that you’re consumed by them and you literally VEGETATE.

It’s not healthy.

The sun might hurt after you’ve been in the shadows so long, the grass might cut and the kids might look weird after you’ve spent so much time with your thoughts as silent and only friends, but you have to look up.

You have to look up and marvel at all that is.

The sky; it’s BLUE!!! With tufts of white and soaring birds and aeroplanes that shouldn’t be crashing and beyond that…stars!! an extraordinary vista no human’s been able to fully grasp. So much awaits us, so much awaits you, just look up.

It might rain, the sun might shy away, the clouds might temper the atmosphere, that happens. It’s life. But you have to look up to know where you’re going. You need to look up to understand that you’re part of a grand design that in no way is created so you could fail.

Falling is fine, falling can be encouraged, but you have to pick yourself up and look up.

You don’t have to be chipper 24/7, you don’t have to sing songs about butterflies, kiss frogs, dance with bunnies or chirp with the birds…we call that being crazy. but you have to get yourself off the ground and look up.

Life’s too short to miss.