Sometimes you have great ideas. And, if you’re lucky, you even get the energy and resources to make those ideas real.
Other times, not so much.
And yet, we tend to put more weight on the great times that we have, on the big ideas that we stumble upon, on the fantastic projects that we’re lucky enough to partake in. We attach to the exhilaration, to the fun, to the feeling of being accomplished, and we stretch this attachment to the point of complete depression when we’re deprived of these.
We get accustomed to the top of the wave, forgetting that the mere concept of a wave implies a valley too. If there’s no bottom, there wouldn’t be any top. The first defines the second.
So, yes, we tend to dread the so called “boring” days, in which not too much happens. we just plod along and try to just get to the sunset somehow, wondering if there’s any point in anything we do. We look down, put one step in front of the other, hoping the path will eventually lead somewhere.
I used to feel very down during these down days. Like, really, really depressed.
Not anymore.
I slowly learned that a life of only peaks is a fake life. You can’t have peaks without valleys. What am I saying, you can’t even have continuity from one moment to the next one if you’re not steady on the course.
Yes, there are valleys. Sometimes, they are more than that, they are holes in which we feel lost and abandoned. Ok, that’s it, just plod along. Fill that gap. There isn’t too much heroism in filling in the gaps on the road, it’s a tedious, low-level job. And yet, without it, there will be no road whatsoever.
Because the next peak can be reached only as long as there is some sort of road towards it.
If we don’t fill in the gaps on the road, it will simply end.
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