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Life as a Game

I don’t know if life is complicated or if I’m the one who complicates it. It feels like if I just live appropriately, do the things that serve me, stay confident, and enjoy the process, life will feel more and more amazing. My therapist says that I need to create movement to receive movement back—and that life is movement! I guess that’s why we have to get uncomfortable from time to time: to create movement, to live.

I like writing so much. It feels natural. I actually love it because I can always come back and check my emotions, my ideas, and my life.

About life—it’s a beautiful process to learn how to live. But I do question: Can we learn how to live? It doesn’t feel like a transferable skill [maybe it is in a spiritual world] or something that can be taught, but rather an experience that I have no choice but to let consume me. Not in an apathetic way, but more like in a psychedelic trip, where you start it knowing "it’s all in your head." There will be moments when you’ll feel at capacity, but you have to remember: it’s all in your head. Remember, you have to be positive. Otherwise, you’ll be overwhelmed with anxiety, depression, and fear—all at once! And then your experience will be just that: a bad trip. And that’s not okay.

I believe we try to use our human emotions to define a lot of what life throws at us. [And who can blame us? We're humans, after all.] At this point in my experience, I think that’s dumb. [I'll explain why I think it's dumb in a different text.] Every time I experience life within this trip, I get the same thought: Life is pure insanity. It’s beautiful. And the meaning is non-existent. I think the meaning is what we attribute to our own life. Everything is full of meaning and meaningless at the same time. Trying to make a purely rational sense of the experience feels like wasting time. Also, my trips taught me that love and the belief that everything will turn out okay are the keys to a peaceful and enjoyable experience.

I think we—or at least I—need to be more observant of ourselves. Again, almost everything is all in our heads. We expect a lot from others and a lot from life. At every problem, we get frustrated and question, "Why? Why would life do this to me?" I don’t think frustration and questioning are necessarily bad; however, the question feels off. In Man’s Search for Meaning, Dr. Viktor Frankl says that it doesn’t matter what we expect from life but rather what life expects from us. That we must stop asking what is the meaning of life and accept that life is the one asking us questions every day, every hour. And that we mustn't answer with thoughts or words, but with the value of an adequate action. We have to take the responsibility of finding the right answer to life’s questions. That that is living. And to me, it circles back to what my therapist also says: we need to create movement because life is movement.

I think approaching life without rational, uptight seriousness—taking it more as a game and asking, "What does life expect me to do by throwing me in this situation?"—creates a fun path to walk on. You’re observing life, yourself, and your actions critically. I believe it raises our self-awareness and disciplines us into a peaceful and thoughtful approach to life's events—fortunate or unfortunate. It feels like that's actually living, and somehow, paradoxically, it feels more rational than anything else.

Another important thing that trips taught me is that, yes, everything is in our heads, but we shouldn't be in our heads too much. We need to embody our emotions and flow with them. We need to dance, jump, run, walk, and fight. We need to be curious. We need to express our thoughts and emotions. We need to play more—do things because we get to do them, not just what we're supposedly good at.

I write a lot, and I don't care if it's any good. It's good for my soul, and that's what matters. I tried painting—I'm not good, but it's fun! I can't swim, but I love to play in the water. I dreamed of playing the piano, and I loved it; I dream of returning. I draw random things just because.

I think I substitute a lot of the nice, new things I want to try with scrolling on social media. I think we all do. It feels like we're giving up on thinking, researching, moving, living... We're losing our interior freedom, giving up on an intentional life.

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Life as a Game