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life vs Life
This thing called life, the struggle is real.
You can hack all you want, but it’s always just a little out of reach.
Just today, someone sent me this gif which captures the feels so well -
It’s right there, I can see it!
I was so close
Where did that curveball come from?
How can something like this go so wrong?
Does anyone really have any answers?
For a long time, and for reasons known and unknown to me, my personal schema for life was an admixture of faith, hope and plenty of grit. The faith bit came as a gift when at eight I went to church and liked all the playthings and attention I got. The hope is fueled by my experieinces of success and a basically optimistic outlook. Grit came by way of my fiesty Peranakan roots, exemplified by both my grandma and mom. One survived widowhood, one a large brood, both the war. They showed me that if you wanted and worked, you will survive.
What is your schema?