When my dad died, it hit me like a fucking wave, one which was filled with big rocks and all sorts of debris.
That very day sixteen years ago was pretty much my "life is truly too short" moment.
I remember wondering to myself, "Hey, why are you pissed off all the time? You're so unhappy, angry, always overthinking shit and wasting your time with toxic assholes.
And for what? To see your own dad die?"
I felt like I had the ultimate, cathartic moment that would define a new version of me.
I'd indeed, live life to the fullest and try my best to be happy. I'd stop hanging out with toxic people too.
But yet, here I am today, feeling like I have the same damn problems.
I worry about money.
I worry about relationships.
I get angry at the smallest things.
I lament over missed opportunities.
I still fight with friends.
And I get extremely hard on myself for the mistakes I make.
This tirade wasn't meant to be whiny or cast a shade of pessimism on you.
It's just life.
For whatever cathartic moments you have or breakthroughs you experience in life, life just goes on. You'd feel like your powerful moments in life loses it powers.
And that means feeling lost and challenged every now and then.
You just need to keep on keeping on to motivate yourself.
That's what being human is all about.
Take care of yourself and allow every moment to be a good one.