Life is Disproportional
Looking back on the experiences that have really shaped my life, I see one recurring theme: my obsession with the details and a need for security and planning. And looking back, I think I can call it wisdom that tells me: that wasn’t necessary. In fact, it only hindered your enjoyment and lust for life. (I could go off on a complete detour here and blame my obsessions on my mother, who plans everything in Excel and screams when a glass breaks, or on my father, who is an engineer skilled in building detailed plans. But I won’t, lucky for you!)
I know I’m a drama queen. Always have been! :D The littlest cut and the biggest mosquito always send me into panic. And that’s not a problem, but it is when it carries over into how you look at life. I read a story tonight about a guy who had to wait two weeks for test results on whether or not he had terminal cancer or no cancer at all. Talk about living in suspense! No room for drama queens there - that could send a person over the edge.
So, my conclusion tonight is: Life is disproportional. It is never so big as we see it and never so bad as it seems. And everything I write about or will write about on this blog, is still small and insignificant, no matter how gigantic important or impressive or amazing it seems. Thus, the reason for my new tagline:
About the small things in life that seem oh so big