A few days ago, I had lunch with a partner, supposedly to talk about our project. After closing all the nitty-gritty details of our project plan, we ended up talking about life in general.
He told me: “Sometimes, we live life as if it’s an infinity. We assume that we will wake up the next morning.”
It’s not as if I don’t know this nugget of wisdom, as I myself espouse seizing the day and grabbing joy, experiences and opportunities like there’s no tomorrow.
Carpe diem. Always.
But sometimes, life itself gets in the way of living.
October was tough for me. I had to finally admit that I suffered depression, to think that my archetype was not predisposed to that.
Admission was my catharsis. Things got better when I acknowledged it and wrote about it. It helped that I traveled and spent time with friends in Bali. I always knew though that travel and good company, albeit an expensive combination, were perfect antidotes to what I was going through.
It was great to see my friends and celebrate my birthday milestone.
I also realized that despite what I went through, I have no regrets that I experienced it. Like what I said in a previous blog post, I didn’t even ask for it to be taken away. I asked the Universe for wisdom and grace, that I may strengthen and build my character because of what I was going through.
At the same time, I held on to the virtue of gratitude. In the same breath that I was cursing my situation, I counted the little things – big and small – that make life worth the fight. It becomes pretty impossible to remain depressed, angry or resentful when you have a grateful heart.
I had an amazing team in the office who knew or sensed what I was going through. Despite them not asking questions, I knew they were looking out for me. Love flowed through. Generous love flowed through.
I’m almost out of the woods. My mornings are better. The spring on my steps are back.
In the end, life is always good. It may not be fair, but it will always be good.
Matter of perspective and gratitude.