Lately in my life, I’ve been hearing so much about living in the moment. The idea comes from this superficial existence in which we believe that the only time is now and that life will keep moving, with or without you. Nothing hits you so hard as to think that this idea doesn’t hold some weight, especially when you recently get out of two long term relationships. I’m not an advocate of stupidity, far from it. I do truly believe though that to live life to the fullest, their must be some interest in your part to live it. The motions we go through in life are largely due in part to how much we want to actually move. If the next stage in my life deems for me to take a leap of faith, then I shouldn’t be scared to live in the moment, even if the consequences may not be what I am seeking. I guess the best part about only living once is that you don’t live twice.

 

TL;DR: Rambling about making the most out of life.

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Life doesn’t always seem so easy when you’re going through multiple situations that seem to throw a wrench in your plans. I always saw life as somewhat casual. My life for the most part had been fairly easy going. The term comfortable comes to mind when you think of how some may have been living their own life. The idea of comfortability can really be defined in binary terms. Either you’re comfortable and happy to be where you are (a level of comfortability that seems to feed into a constant state of living without having to worry) or being comfortable and being stuck where you are (the concept that seems to assume that the idea of comfortableness itself is uncomforting). When you want to break out and do something to end that staticness that is life, people tend to err towards being different. I think the only thing that is important is that the choices we make, crazy or not, will always implicate what we define our comfortability level. Either breaking our mold or reaffirming it.