Life is more than just what happens to us.
If we pay attention to the details and our choices — no matter how big or small — we’ll see how it comes together, how we can made little differences in the way we feel and live it just by making a few adjustments.
Some people notice this early on in life and have learned how to best work with themselves, others don’t realize it until later on, and some people never even know such a view is possible.
A lot about making life count is by simply noticing it’s there and where it’s really happening.
It’s not so much about what’s happening to and around us, and rather than what is being processed inside that really matters.
Sometimes it feels simply like existing. But that can be remedied.
Paying attention to our interpretation skills — the way we are able to make meaning of the world around us– is how we can tune in and realize exactly how and why we are experiencing life the way we are.
It’s difficult to stop blaming everything around us because we’ve been trained to expect it to affect us. Our current culture celebrates drama in all media forms. We’re taught that it’s normal to be pissed off at an event or person and to broadcast it socially and get attention as a reward. TV shows often rely on weaving elaborate tales of human conflict and woe to keep us interested in what’ll happen next.
We all know of someone who tends to seek and create drama in their life just to keep things interesting and have something to talk about.
As a teenager my boyfriend and I would break up and get back together so many times without even questioning it that re-reading my journal from that time made me want to beat myself over the head with it. Back then I guess I figured that such constant drama was normal and even exciting (isn’t that why they sing songs about it and base shows around it?), and thus I didn’t even care to look deeper to recognize my destructive patterns. Crying and bitching about it was way more fun. And easy.
Even now as I fancy myself to be way past all that, I still notice little ways in which I fight urges to give-in to building a dramatic situation out of something that just needs to be looked at closer. Only upon very close inspection do I finally see that the drama is really just with myself and there’s always an issue or insecurity within me, and ultimately it really is the only thing in the situation that is causing me such stress.
But it’s always the first step. Just sitting and noticing. Then looking closer. And closer.
Where is the real drama? Is it really taking place around us, or is it what’s going on inside our head?
What if excess drama was frowned upon in society? What if every time we go on a rant about how awful the steak at Swanky’s was, instead of amused and head-nodding comments we were met with rolling eyes and clicking tongues annoyed with our utter preoccupation with such a thing.
Are we tempted towards drama because of a real problem, or because it’s a quick emotional charge, an attempt at getting attention, or just taking the easy way out?