Spring Struggles
My friend was arrested for shoplifting $70 of goods earlier this week. In comparison, my frustrations feel trivial and unimportant. I've never been in trouble with the law like that. They are taking it quite well and joking about it with everyone. Probably the best way to handle something that.
Yesterday, I woke up to my studiomate texting me that the building our unit is located in was on fire. I imagined the hallways bursting into flames. The video was much less dramatic, mostly just electrical smoke in the hallway. The only unit damaged was the apartment of the guy who runs the café next door. I felt bad for him. I'll probably visit him today to see how he is.
Myself, I think I will be moving after the summer. My previous posts kind of touch on my home situation. Nothing is violent or hostile, but it is certainly not entirely comfortable anymore. It's a feeling I am still battling. My friends do not know this intention of mine because I don't know how to explain it to them without sounding unreasonable or selfish. My telling would also cause some ripple effects in the friend group that I do not want to weather until I am out of the space. Something to reflect on more...
The older I get, the more I feel the necessity of making peace with struggle. It is an inevitable stage of life that is more persistent than it is not. It's not wrong to struggle. I believe there is some nobility in being able to take on difficult situations. I see how struggling, not necessarily succeeding, but just trying, can make people stronger and gives them character. It almost feels natural to fear or avoid struggle because of the discomfort and uncertainty that it poses, I'm guilty of doing so. But embracing struggle is something that I want to work on this year. The people I admire the most are able to take challenges as they come with a smile.
