My intention was to write this blog every day, but yesterday I moved to a new place, and I was busy and then tired, so yesterday I ended up not writing a blog post. Oh well, I guess that’s the way it goes. I’ll try to write every day, but honestly if there are some days I can’t write, well, that’s that.
Like I said in a previous post, my life is changing rapidly, and to be honest, I think I am changing with it. Recently, my long trial of endless cycles of mania and depression seem to have subsided significantly in intensity, and for that I am extremely grateful. Overall these days I am feeling a lot happier, and I am actually really happy about that.
When I was a kid, I remember the feeling of being introduced to new places. There’s this strange kind of feeling that you’re entering a new world, and until you really get used to a place, you feel a bit out of place. We live in little cocoons, sheltered from the rest of the world. And when we push out of the little worlds we are so wrapped up in, it takes some time before our eyes adjust to the new light.
Everyone loves saying that the world is sall, how easy it is to bump into people we knew in different places etc. Of course I have my share of these kinds of stories, probably like anyone, probably more than some. However, I think it is because we move in patterns that we don’t realize that keeps us safe in our little soft warm worlds, away from the dangers of new experiences, whether or not that is what we consciously want.
The longer I live, the more places that I have the opportunity to go to and live in, the more I realize that the world is much bigger and more diverse than I ever thought possible. And to be honest, I really like the feeling of getting to know a new place, and new people. Maybe I always have felt that way. And I am starting a new life now in a new place. It’s a rebirth of sorts, as I once again push at the boundaries of my little cocoon and widen my world. And it never fails to amaze me.
It really is a big world, after all.
Have a good one.