Dawn of realisation

As unimaginative as I can be, whenever someone tells me that our lives are in our hands, I'll always open my palm and stare at it, as if life itself were nestling against it. My fingers will move around and caress that invisible object sitting there, and when the message truly hits my heart, they'll curl up and become a fist.

Sometimes it terrifies me, the notion that our lives are ours to navigate, ours to steer, that we can control over our lives. Probably niggling negative thoughts will seep between those cracks of your optimism, " how about natural tragedies?" " how about accidents?" " how about death?" These are certainly not within our grasp, yet we still possess the key weapon that can turn things around- our perception. What and how you think or perceive something goes a long way. You can choose to be happy, you can choose to be passive, you can choose to be submissive, you can choose to be positive. These will decide your path in the future, you behaviour, attitude of life.

Yet, sometimes we become lethargic with life, with all these fighting, with all these pursuits. It feels relieving to leave things to "fate", as steering one's own life becomes an exhausting mission, to think of how things could be instead of what they are now, as long as we put more effort, or if we didn't take the wrong step. If we went further on, if we persevered, the fruits bore may  be different, then we wouldn't have failed! Maybe, maybe. Maybe we should have tried before giving up? Maybe then life would be different. These all becomes a burden to think of, and we begin to think of letting go, allowing "well, that's life" to be an excuse for not trying. "well, that's just life". But what is "just life"? Isn't life what we make it to be? Isn't everything in life what we decided? What we created?

With great power comes great responsibility. Peter Parker may have taken this literally, but to me, it means our power to take control of our own lives. We've got a responsibility to ourselves to live the best out of it.

But it gets tiring.

 Can I slack?