Life sucks, be kind

What a shitty week. Globally, personally, professionally. OK, to be honest, work is just meh, but combined with everything else: a shitty week. 

I don’t mean this to be a pity party. Some good stuff happened. I’ve stuck with the writing routine and I’m now 20 chapters into the new draft. I’m counting my other blessings too, like a movie and Cold Rock ice cream with loved ones at the end of a hot day. 

But so many other people I know seem to be doing it tough right now in different ways, too. Maybe that’s always the case. Life so often sucks. I mean it really sucks balls. The best you can hope for out of your one short human life is that it be long, and that probably means watching all your loved ones die. No matter how good you are, no matter how hard you work, no matter what you do, the loger you live the more shit life will throw at you. No privilege, no belief can shield you from it. Bushfire, droughts, floods, cyclones. Pestilence, plague. Disease, disaster, devastation. 

So why the hell do we make it harder for each other? Why don’t we dedicate our collective efforts for making life better for one another? Not for ourselves: for each other.

None of us can do this life thing alone. We need each other, so we should look out for each other. We should understand that each of us is just trying to get through this one life as best we can. That none of us is perfect and none of us can know exactly what shit someone else is dealing with at any given time. Let’s focus on minimising pain, and maximising joy, for everyone. 

6 thoughts on “Life sucks, be kind

  1. I used to like your blog posts when you were in London. Glad to see you’re getting back into the writing habit. I’m struggling at the moment too. Like your post … very apt at the current time over here …


  2. Gotta say … I wholeheartedly agree with everything you’ve said here except – and I know I differ from many on this issue – I have no desire at all for my life to be long. The reasons are mostly all in your post – “life so often sucks”; nothing can shield you from life’s shit, “watching your loves ones die” … etc. Life is so incredibly overrated. And way the cultures I’ve lived in treat the aged and infirm just makes sticking around even less of a prospect to relish. I’ll just take whatever dose I’m given and do the best I can with it. But when the end is nigh, I couldn’t care less. Whatever comes after, even if it’s nothingness, there’s a high probability that it won’t be as hard work as living.


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