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Windscreen wiping optimism
The only way I can explain the recent changes in my life is to think of myself as a car windscreen. You're moving through this beautiful world, just watching everything before you. Although this world is infinitely magical sometimes it's a little hard to see because of the rain, you know? That horrible panic and unease that comes when the rain falls so hard on your window to the world that it gets to a certain point where you cannot see forward? One of the things I have begun to change as of late is my perspective on certain situations. You see, with all that rain consistently piling up it started to seem pointless wiping it away to be faced with the same amount of rain minutes later, and just like that I gave up. I sat and I waited for the sun to come to me, expecting the good to just appear and dismiss the bad I allowed to build up and stop me from attempting to move forward as I focused on and watched it so persistently. Thing is, I was so caught up and blinded from the good when it did actually come my way in forms like opportunity and redemption because all I could see was the rain I hadn't bothered wiping away. What I finally realised is that nobody, not even the sun, was going to come along and wipe away the rain that blocked my view. Nobody gave a shit whether I could see or not, and why should they? I had to do it myself, and as I did just that I was almost in slight disbelief of how easy it was this whole time, of how many years I had wasted focusing on the rain, of the knowing that I in fact knew what I had to do this whole time. I think the longer I sat and watched the rain, the more accustomed I became that environment. The sense of familiarity. The fear of change. The fear of not knowing what was to come. But when I wiped the rain away, all that came before me was the sun. So warm. So warm, bright and comforting. I knew I had nothing to be scared of all this time other than what I had come to bring upon myself by watching the rain. Of course it will rain again. And again, and again, and again throughout the remainder of my journey, but now I know it's as easy as wiping the screen clean as you go so that when the sun comes for you (which it always does) this time, you're ready to embrace it.
I Can’t Put It In Words (2015) by Daniel Segrove