Over the last few months when I’m alone or sitting out in public by myself it hits me. I have a hundred problems to work on but I get this familiar feeling of, “This will work out in the end. It has to”.
When I’m working on solving a problem, I get these thoughts of, " Hey, that can’t happen to me. Hey, this is Nick from California. Stuff like this doesn’t happen to me or my family. We don’t get in fights with other people, we don’t get robbed. Stuff like that just can’t happen to us. It happens to other people but it doesn’t happen to us".
But you know what? I’m worried about petty problems in my life. But my mom and dad died. That’s final. That’s reality. I can worry about my car running out of gas or missing a party or something, and I can obsess about getting my feelings hurt but my mom died. What the hell is getting my feelings hurt compared to dying? My petty problems are just that. Petty. I have to put things in perspective. I’m fooling around while some crap in life is final.
I would bet my car that no one knows what the hell I’m talking about. I told you, it’s hard to put into words.