Makeshift Life Syndrome: Living, only half-satisfied by the so called current and temporary compromises and measures, while seeking, dreaming and hungering of a more permanent one.
Closely related to the ‘Life is elsewhere’ syndrome, which occurs due to either lack of maturity or lack of life experience, or even inherent laziness, as opposed to ‘Makeshift Living’ syndrome which comes later in life, and causes more of frustration, discontentment and a constant fog of melancholy.
There might come a time people might freeze when their search results don’t give concrete results.
Google might be sued someday for “Google induced inaction”
Google will have to have a disclaimer that their search results are not absolute until they reach godhood, which is any day now, they might add, as per their calculations.
Many years after our marriage, both my father and my father in law realized that they had spent many years of their childhood living a only few houses away from each others families, and that there is a great possibility that our grandparents knew each other very well.
My father in law’s family subsequently moved away and lost all contact with my father’s, and eventually forgotten about them.
With the deaths of both our(wife and mine) grandparents, there was no one left to re-remember the old ties and friendships that bound the two families, only to be rekindled with a chance memory six years after our marriage.
Its funny because one of the reasons I married my wife was she was a completely new person in my life, and that I had to be the one to find her myself.
I had wanted to marry as far as possible from all the people I knew-and my wife’s only connection to me was that her cousin and I went to school until 4th grade.
Six years is a wonderfully long time-long enough for me to disregard the fact that was not successful in finding the wife I thought I wanted, a wife from a place far away, where I had no ties before, and everything was new.
I gladly welcome these happy coincidences because instead of getting the wife I wanted I got the wife I needed.
P.s.Happy Coincidences sometimes make me almost believe in destiny.
You get what you deserve.
Optimists view this statement as a Carte Blanche promise of a better tomorrow.
Pessimists view this statement in terms of the past, with sadness and unjust indignation.
The depressed think the statement has a hidden but diametrically opposite meaning , which goes: “You deserve what you got ”
The realists think about the statement, and come to the conclusion that the evidence (or anecdata) does not support the hypothesis.
Reality happens too slow or too fast. Fiction on the other hand happens at just the right pace.
‘Life is elsewhere’ syndrome
The feeling that, the life you’re living right now doesn’t really matter because ‘real life’ as you vaguely picture it in your mind hasn’t begun yet, and so everything you do right now is of no consequence.
Do you mean what you say,
And say what you mean,
Even in anger?
Or are you mean when you’re angry and words become pointed weapons?
To the people I love, I mean what I say, and bite my tongue when in anger. The truth that comes out, subjective as it is, is meant to communicate, but not hurt.
But my truth causes blunt force trauma.
To the people I love.
A white lie seems like a disservice, to the people I love.
But it is a disservice they demand and deserve.
“It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness. That is life”
I have mine and you have yours.
Let’s not marry them,
because more is not merrier.
“When you drift too far into the nihilistic substructure, there’s a huge call for tyrannical order that manifests itself subconsciously.”
We are bad at dealing with bad outcomes.
You watch any movie, listen to any story, and they basically all have the same moral that we are basically in charge of our destinies and by right or wrong choices control how events turn out.
Real life doesn’t work that way though, and so we are often obsessed about “what we could have done differently”. We see a bad outcome that we were involved with and we think that we had some kind of control over it. We can intellectually recognize that within our realm of possible actions none would have resulted in a better outcome, but there it is.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.” – Louise Erdrich