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why can't we realize that sometimes life takes us on a different journey and there is nothing we can do to change it but only adapt to the new way. i have been wondering lately about how life is changing and whether or not we will adapt to our new way of living or if we will go back in a way of appreciation. it seems to me, most people do not deal with isolation very well and the fact is most of us are unacceptable to change. we fall into a routine of relentless battles of self destruction rather than feel the reality. i was faced with an issue of change yesterday and although i adapt well to change, there are some who for some reason had no idea what to do. they are mundane, used to a certain way of life and if you throw them a curve ball, well all shit breaks loose. here is the thing: life can change at a moments notice and you have to be ready to accept this reality, otherwise you will go absolutely insane. i know with this new pandemic people are slowly getting comfortable with being in isolation, finding ways to entertain themselves, some working from home but what happens when we finally can recover and go back to our normal way of life? will we adapt again to the old routine, we will be more cautious, will we respect each other more. those unanswered questions will remain unanswered because life will never be the same as it was before. the world as we once lived will recover from this but we as people will have to change and find a new way of living. this is where my unconditional training comes into place. i love this because i always said that if people would believe a word i say, they would find my theory correct and freeing to say the least.

which brings me to my last subject.

how people can't handle a straight out truth about life. when you tell someone the truth, the reality they build a defense and the only way to avoid this is to practice unconditional. fix what you can fix and leave the rest. i miss my old life but even now, there are ways i could have change it to make it better. i could have made adaptations in order to get my point across without stressing myself out. alas, now that i have a new lifestyle, this has been a progress as well. oh there are times i break down and absolutely cry or feel so much regret but then i take a step back and say:

if it is meant for me to return, i will.

Let’s make this clear. I’m not rich, not even close.

I’m not drowning in Aus-dollar bills or in cheddar; my parents though... in comparison - appear like James Packers long-lost siblings. No doubt my folks have worked hard, tirelessly to make it in each and every foreign country they’ve swung around to. They’ve never made me forget the blood, sweat and tears? (My dear mother never cries) they’ve had squeezed out of their pores, to install me into a private school, give me private violin/roller-skating/basketball/swimming classes and pretty much everything I could possibly need to be successful in anything - ever.

Given all this, I know the polar opposite to this, growing up visiting Sri Lanka - I saw my countries people shudder with every news story, the war on the very brink of stealing the very last thread of hope holding communities together. But more than that - I saw my friends, my best friends live without commodities even the biggest simpleton would consider being basic needs. Sri Lanka always has been a country in need of more. More food, more medical supplies, more soldiers and more money whilst the people of the country were writhing in the most chased emotion in the world - happiness.

For the first time in my life I saw that despite every obstacle standing in the way of living a truly ‘fulfilling’ life - as what we’d call it, these people were happy, joyous even. And not for the first time in my life - I couldn’t understand; how? why? With time and a few years between then and now I understood. If one doesn’t know what is out there? The possibilities, the amount of stuff wealthier people have - then what is there to be unhappy about? Even if a person did know - what would be the point? To be unhappy and gloat around at improbable events?

This doesn’t only apply to those in poverty. I’m a middle-class citizen (hats off to the folks) my parents drive a 2011 Toyota Camry, we’ve lived as Australians for 13 years - but we still aren’t homeowners. Knowing all these facts about my family doesn’t make me pout when I see a guy drive down my street in a canary yellow Lamborghini, windows down blaring the latest 50C track (not okay btw - thanks for forcing me to close my mother’s ears from all that cussing). I know for a fact some people own multiples houses, go to Europe twice a year and snapchat their newly updated iPhone every time Tim Cook lets one rip. The point is - there will always be someone richer, more famous, better looking, more successful than you, but that shouldn’t make you hate yourself. I find the less I have, the less I have to worry about, and that seems to be the cherry on top for my mates back home.

I’ve never seen a bunch as happy as they are. Without a phone (yeah, you heard me), without the internet, without food some days - at the surface it looks grim, switching to that way of life after living nearly twenty-one years the way I have, I would have to be Oprah or the Dalai Lama to pull that off.

I remind them every time I see their dimpled cheeks, that they’re the most courageous people I know - and all I get back is a head tilt and a look of confusion on their faces.

What I think might be the hardest thing to do, is what another persons life.

Loneliness affects every 10 of 10 people

Don’t we understand we all feel the same

Yet how tall you build your wall around yourself

Happiness hits shoves kicks