Lessons in life

At times in life we have an upswing in the amount of lessons we get to learn. Some people would call it trials and tragedy but I take the opportunity to call it growth. I’m in an upswing. Lessons are coming at me faster than I care to recount and I don’t have a lot of time to process one growth opportunity before I am flung into the next. Writing is my therapy and my stability. I need my fix.

Death sucks.

People die. Death is not prejudice; it will take four month old babies and it will consume the elderly. Death is no longer just for the old of age person who has lived a long, full, lovely life. No. Death can, and will, take anyone at any age for any reason. We are not immune. It’s a terrifying feeling really. It’s unnerving in so many ways because I truly hate death. It makes me angry. But, I can do little to control it. All I can do is love my friends and family as much as I possibly can without the neuroticism of fearing their untimely death, or my own. I am not immune to death.

Life isn’t fair.

Life has its unfair share of upheavals. Some are dramatic, some are annoying, others are blessings in disguise. But at the end of the day, the disruption causes us to lose our proverbial shit for some time. It sucks. Life isn’t fair. It doesn’t matter how much money you have or how good of a person you are, shit will happen to you that makes you question “WHY ME??!!” You will scream, utter, sigh, type, or pray those words into existence at some point in time in your life. You won’t have answers. You won’t know why. You will just live through it. Or you won’t. And in which case, refer to my previous point about “Death sucks.” Cars get keyed for some unknown reason. You will eat bad food and have the shits for hours while throwing up in a five gallon bucket. You will have strep throat on a day when you have to give your big speech. It will rain on your wedding day. Plans will be scratched and friends will fall short of your expectations. Par for the course? Well, maybe, but not fun any way you slice it. Regardless of any redeeming characteristics you think you might have, life will strike you between your eyes and leave you spinning. And you won’t even see it coming.

Adults are asses.

I don’t care who you are, we all know someone who is an “adult” who is the biggest wimp you ever did see and they want the world to forgive them for being an ass all the time. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Grow the hell up and behave. You’re an adult now. You don’t get to cry in your Wheaties for some stupid bullshit that you have no control over. You don’t get to skip out on work because you’re being too big of a wuss to put your big girl panties on. You don’t get to treat kids badly because you can’t control your mouth. You don’t get to get away with being an asshole just because your mom and dad aren’t around to ground your ass or put a bar of soap in your mouth for being disrespectful to your elders or cursing around children. Nope. Not around me. Just don’t do it. We are all grown. I am now 36 years old and I refuse to be put in the same category as some of my peers because they are the biggest assholes the adult world ever encountered. Refer to points above and then: Stop being asses!

Being real is dope.

I cannot say enough about the person who is real beyond real and asks no apologies. I strive to be this person. I fall short all the time because I care too much but I truly work on being as real as possible without being an ass. I haven’t perfected my craft yet, but I am edging closer and closer!! There is so much liberty in honesty. You don’t have to second guess yourself or worry about how another person feels in relation to your thought/opinion. You get to just own your own feelings and reactions and defend them in the face of question when you’re blissfully authentic. I’m not a fan of fake. I’m not a fan of telling you what you want to hear because you’re too much of an ass as an adult to handle the God’s honest truth about your piss poor decision making skills because you haven’t matured past the age of 13! Grow the hell up! And brace yourself for the damn truth. You may not want to hear it, but someone has to tell you when you’re making shitty decisions if you haven’t figured it out for yourself. And I’m guessing that if you’re bellyaching about the truth being told then you’re one who would bitch about your friends not being there for you when you need them the most. Honestly, they are there for you because they are holding you to a higher standard than you set for yourself. So man up…woman up…person up…adult up…whatever pronoun you prefer to go by! Just get up! Do better. Be more. Stop being a wuss. Be real.

I have so much more I could say, but nearly everything else falls into one of the four main points above. Who wants a blabber mouth or enjoys redundancy? Me neither. So…our takeaway from the evening: death sucks and sometimes life isn’t much better but if we’re adults about it and we are authentic, then we might be able to salvage some precious time together. Maybe, it will all be worthwhile if we can find the right balance.


The Repressed Peach