by Mel | Jan 10, 2014 | Outback Pub, Western Australia
I have come to understand that life cannot simply be categorised into either ‘bad’ or ‘good’ moments; nor, indeed, can people. Life, instead, is an intriguing, varied, beautiful, experience. People, instead, are complex, fascinating, bewitching stories. I try, therefore, not to categorise my experiences and interactions; to not compartmentalise my existence into convenient little boxes of pre-determined worth. We should not discredit something just because it didn’t meet the criteria to go in the ‘good’ box, likewise we should not be overzealous about things that avoided the ‘bad’ box… No! Rip the boxes up, throw them out the window! Because every single moment of our bizarre existence- good, bad, ugly- has immense inherent riches, riches that cannot be neatly quantified. Life, after all, is anything but neat. And it is definitely not quantifiable. Do I mean to say life is one big grey area? Well, it is certainly not black and white, and if you approach it in that way you will miss all the glorious hues of curiosity, every dazzling shade of peculiar, every rich blush of passion, and every melancholy tinge of sentiment. I prefer to think of life as multicoloured; with each and every situation we find ourselves in, whether superficially pleasing or otherwise, as having immense value and importance. Each moment beautiful in its own way, even the ‘bad’ ones. Specifically the bad ones. And as soon as you start thinking that way, you will see silver linings everywhere. You will feel the worth of moments that challenge you, you will see the value in the people that vex you, and you will taste the...
