Today’s assignment is to write a letter. So I did. I thought I’d try to make it funny. But then I didn’t.
I hope this letter finds you well.
Though, in truth, I know it won’t. Forgive my bluntness, but we both know it to be true. You haven’t been well in quite some time. Perhaps you never were.
You’re always on a quest. You find yourself on an unending journey to find true beauty in this world. To find true happiness. To find the most comforting depths of peace. It always seems so elusive. I think it might be because you’re looking at some unattainable definition of happiness. When we’re enjoying a good meal or playing a fun game, are you not happy? When you think up a story and map it out from beginning to conclusion, doesn’t that bring you joy? Why should anything else matter?
Yet, everything matters. You punish yourself with needless stress and worry. I appreciate the effort you make in crafting elaborate and devastating panic attacks, but I would really prefer not to have them. The sense of anxiety that you create in the pit of my stomach on some days is another well-crafted but unnecessary touch. You’re always so concerned with staying organized and keeping order that you plunge yourself into chaos without meaning to.
I would like to urge you to take it easy for a while. I know things haven’t always been under our control, and our life’s been thrown off balance more times than we’d like. But that’s the nature of life. It throws curveballs and bobs when you expect it to weave. Trying to control every aspect of it is futile. You can’t always stop the worst from happening. The best you can do is face it head-on and learn to pick yourself up when it knocks you down.
Take things a little easier. Spend more time focusing on the good and learn to smile in spite of the bad.
Life’s too short to panic.
I hope you get better.
Wishing you the best always,
The Rest Of Me