You know when horrible things happen in the world (a lot at the moment) and we feel really sad about it; sad for humanity, sad for the people of all ages whose lives have been cut short, sad for their families, and disgusted that humans in this world could do such a thing. But often we will count ourselves lucky too – that our families and friends are ok, that we are ok – we see it as a reminder that life is short and we must live life to the full. And often I think that we need those reminders – we get so caught up in all the little problems in our lives, all of the things that don’t really matter, and we forget about the big things – the people we love with all of our hearts, actually living our lives and enjoying it. Not that it’s always that easy of course.
When something terrible happens it makes you grateful for what we have and make us realise that many of the things we are worrying about are so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. But then we forget again, and we start to feel sorry for ourselves again. Until the next big reminder. That’s life I think. Of course none of our problems are really insignificant if they are affecting us, but we still need to be reminded sometimes of the bigger picture.
I don’t even know if this is making sense. But I just got some sad news about a family member, and whilst I don’t think I can really talk about it, I wanted to write something about how I’m feeling. That’s the nice thing about blogging; amongst all of the planned and thought out posts, and the brand collaborations, if I want to just write – I can. I forget sometimes that it can be nice to just write out whatever I’m feeling if I want to.
But anyway, there’s those things that happen that although horrific, don’t actually affect us personally; the reminders that life is short. And then there are those times that don’t feel like a reminder, those that feel and are, really bloody personal. Those that affect our families and the people we love and care about, and we desperately want to take their pain away, but we can’t. The only thing we can do is be there. Life is scary and tough, and the only thing we can do is just keep on living it, really living it when we remember to, and just be there for one another through the good times and the really shit times.
I’m sad right now. But I think I’m more sad for my family this time, than for me. I want to make it all better for them, and I can’t. The only thing that will help is time and them having each other.
Life is weird, but amazing, and sometimes really bloody hard.