This blog can be serious too.

When you have no inspiration, it’s actually really hard to write. And it’s really hard to not write because I know how much all of you love this blog and how a new post makes your day. I’m honestly a little embarrassed because I’m halfway through this sentence and I don’t even know how I’m going to end it, although I now realise as I type that halfway was a long time ago. Full stop.

Halfway was a long time ago.

When horrible things happen to you it’s understandable to dwell on them. Hardship comes hand in hand with incessant complaining to family and friends about how hard your life is – but it shouldn’t have to. Dwell if you want, but the more you moan and bitch about the infinite melancholy that is your existence the less time you spend.

No I didn’t end that last sentence prematurely. I think that we take time for granted and that when we’re refusing to let things get past us we’re not wasting time. Confused? Time is too precious and too beautiful to be wasted. When we dwell on the tiny little negative aspects of our lives that for some reason ruin entire days, we’re not spending time – we’re just aging.

Every moment you cast a sly look at that person is a wrinkle; every time you write a facebook status about that subject is a scar. Maybe when you look in the mirror you won’t see the changes but you’ll feel them. The extra weight on your chest, the increased effort it requires to take a step forward… those are the wounds. The aging is within.

Spend some time.

The best moments in life are those spent making memories out of hard times. The second you go from ‘hate’ to ‘hated’ is the second your clock starts ticking again. It’s the point in time when you’ll realise that you’ve gotten over that horrible thing. There are no ‘five steps to recovery’ – there is just your own inability to brush things off that won’t allow you to progress.

You’re only one thought, one sentence away from finishing your journey. It’s difficult to accomplish, yeah, but the moment you’re ready to put the effort in and move on you’ll realise that halfway was never even a part of the equation – you’re already at the finish line.