I spend all my time waiting for something big and momentous to happen, some earth-shattering and ground-breaking event, some tectonic clash that defines who I am. But I’m slowly coming to realise, this IS life. No big bang, no fanfare, nothing stupendous. There are no alarms, no bells and whistles. There is just me and life.
It is a humbling thought. It is a sobering thought. It is a scary thought. That I am the same as everyone else. That I am no different. That this is life.
How can there be nothing more to life? How can it just be this daily grind? Is it reality or cynicism that has set in?
Stop thinking. Life is life. Shit happens.