Cold and Shirtless

Life is selfish.. It tugs on your sleeve until you bother to acknowledge it, and if you ignore it for too long by the time you actually do look down, you realize it’s ripped off half your shirt. So now you have the same frustrating problem you began ignoring months ago except now you’re shirtless too. Why is it that we always ignore the hard stuff? We ignore the chest pain in hope that it’s not a heart attack but then one day wake up with a breathing tube down our throat. We ignore a bosses demands thinking “nah.. he never cares if I get it in a day late or two” until we go home without a job. Face it. We ignore shit. The human race as a whole is irrefutably good at 2 things… procrastinating, and dismissing. We do it all the time especially when it comes to hard stuff. We would rather be shirtless in a snow storm than face the truth. So we procrastinate and dismiss over and over and over until it kills us. You’d think we’d wake up one day, or acknowledge that something isn’t quite right, but even in the midst of a symptomatic panic attack we still have the audacity to say everything is fine. The problem is not going to get any better, the truth isn’t going to become any less terrifying and those words you’ve been carefully balancing on the tip of your tongue aren’t going to come out any easier. Say it, do it… whatever it is, just stop ignoring it. I’m not saying it’s not going to hurt like hell, but at least you’ll stop wondering what hell feels like. And you won’t be standing still anymore, all of your tiny little brain cells will be able to take a break from furiously exploring every avenue of possibility or consequence. You’ll be free, and moving, with a shirt on, and without a breathing tube.