Dealing with Disillusionment

A philosophical viewpoint has always been my shelter and shade from life’s lows and unexpected turns. It has given me the space to ruminate and reflect rather than react spontaneously and has often been my anchor in the worst of times. Perhaps that’s what forces me to take stock when life doesn’t pan out as I hope it would. Often looking back I realize, sometimes being disillusioned and disappointed does you a world of good. Yes you heard me right. I’m not propagating self-flagellation or wallowing in the oceans of self-pity and cynicism. But somehow the twists and turns on the turf of life have taught me that every once in a while being disappointed with what life brings you, can alter your perspective. It forces you to take stock of what you’ve been doing and how you can do things better. It only inspires you on to approach life’s quandaries more creatively. Often we fall into the trap of being a tad too complacent, often only a disappointment can shake you out of your stupor and prevents you from being too self-assured and smug. We all need the blows to temper us down, bring us back to reality. Not to say we shouldn’t let them bring us down but they can certainly keep us grounded. So after all, there is an upside to everything that happens. We see it only when we want to see it.

Going with the flow

Life’s a nasty piece of work.The moment we start crystallizing in the warm cockles of comfort and constancy, life shakes us up telling us to pull up our socks. All the notions we hold on to for dear life are constantly questioned, challenged and  shattered. There are no perfect ways of being and doing things, there are only imperfect ways we learn to make peace with. We’re constantly snowballed into situations that ask of us to shed our inertia, step out of our warm little shells and do something we’d never fathomed we could take on. It is so easy to retreat into our little shell and not face life, seems the most natural thing to do. And of course the most comfortable. But comfort and growth are always at cross purposes with each other. We’re always confronted with a choice between the two and what we pick defines the course of our life. Either a vapid, insipid existence or a life where we decide which colours we want to splash on our canvas. Most of us chicken out of picking what we want out of the sheer responsibility it entails. Who said leading life on our terms will be easy, but eventually it is the only worthwhile way of meandering through life.