The roadblocks in life seem to happen when the clouds are grey or when the sky is blue. There is no pattern, life happens without routine; it happens to interrupt routine. When things become too constant, too comfortable, life happens.
Life happens when you wake up smiling.
Have you ever woke up so happy, for no apparent reason? The rain is pounding your window and the weather is clearing its anger, but you are content. Thoughts running through your mind are just so positive. And then maybe an hour, or hours, later you hear something that cripples you to the core of your stomach.
That’s life happening. That crippling, paralyzing feeling that drops you to your knees with tears flowing down your face so painfully that you don’t know if you can move forward.
You can.
Life happens when you wake up at 3 in the morning from a dream that pushed you off your pillow sweating and shaking because you were being chased alone down a street by people you didn’t recognize.
Life happens at the worst times, because when we’re comfortable with routine any disparity in the pattern—that very disruption is what makes you feel like everything around you is crashing. But it’s not.
Just because you change roads and don’t know where you’re going, does not mean you’re going to crash.
You’re probably thinking that it’s not fair. You don’t have time to catch every curveball that’s being thrown, and when you feel like you’re going to fail you find yourself breaking down.
Too often, we forget about everything we’re catching because it’s part of that very routine we have adapted to. When we’re forced out of our comfort zone, we’re not meant to adjust we’re meant to adapt.
There is always a small glimmer of light even in the darkest of allies—find it.
Let yourself fall to your knees and ugly cry so hard that you can’t breathe and you confuse crying for gasping for air. Then pick yourself back up and bring yourself to the mirror. Take a hard look, pull yourself together and wash your face. Wash all of the makeup that stained your cheeks and scrub it so hard. Cleanse your eyes and relax them until the tear driven bloodshot eyes return to their beautiful normal color. And then bring yourself back to the mirror. Look at the natural you, look at the bare and clean you. And breathe.
You are okay.
You purified yourself again, you ripped out the bitterness of whatever part of life is destroying you, and now you’re standing tall. Do not let yourself ugly cry over whatever that is again.
You are beautiful, at your mascara stained cheeks or at your bare-naked face, you are beautiful. What matters now is that you find the beauty in all forms of yourself, even when life is trying to bring out the ugly side of you that you resent.
When you find that, you have found life’s optimism.
You’re not going to crash, you might got a little lost, but when life happens when you least expect it you’re going to take a few wrong turns to find your destination—it’s called the scenic route. Keep accelerating. Life happens and you will be okay.