Perspective Shifting

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I often feel so overwhelmed about what life has to offer me. I feel so lucky so frequently. So much so, I’ve concluded that, unlike my favorite cardigan, my life must not belong to me. I’ve worked so hard my entire life to be able to have a job I love (and can get paid to do). I’ve met a man (Grape, if you’ve read my previous posts, because he is so grape to me). He supports my independence and pushes me to be the best I can be daily, whilst encouraging me to love myself every step of the way.

We have a house that we’re slowly but surely building up to be my future kids’ home. With each project, we are building equity both in our hearts and on the market. I have a healthy body, hobbies that keep me learning, and parents who want to be a part of my life. I could go on, but that’s not the point of this. The point of this is that I don’t know that I’ve ever viewed my life as “my life”. It must not be.

I’ve never felt like the main character of my life. My moral compass always fluttered around the concept of loving other people first and foremost. Furthermore, I believe the universe rewards those who first reward the universe. Rewarding the universe looks like a lot of things, but here are some of my favorites:

-water your plants

-save your food scraps in the compost bin

-being good to your pets

-not killing a bug, but returning it to the outdoors

-love other humans

I realize this all sounds a bit hippy-ish, and well, it is. Whoops.

I just find myself in this general loop that I can’t figure out. Why am I so lucky to have a life like the one I have? I feel undeserving all the time. The only conclusion that I can truly comprehend is that the universe is letting me borrow a good life, for the duration I’m on this earth. Maybe I was a hero in my past life, or something. I also don’t fully think that you will not have good things unless you are this petruly-smelling hippy foot. I do, however, believe that it has a little to do with it.

I hope this goes without saying, but I also want to make it clear I don’t live a life that’s perfect. I have a lot of sucky things that have happened and are happening, even as I write this. Part of my general detached mentality in regards to possessions in this life makes it so the sucky stuff is easier to understand, as well. My car is currently having problems? Good, it wasn’t mine to begin with. My friend is no longer wanting to be my friend? She was not exclusively “my” friend to begin with.

Overall, it’s a perspective shift I’m urging you, my reader, to consider. Nothing in this world belongs to you. The bad stuff rolls off your back easier that way, and the good stuff seems like a wonderful gift, instead.

None of this is me stating I am right, and everyone else is wrong. This is my opinion, but it’s an opinion I want people to consider. What do you think?