edward fox’s reality

Some random blog that was apparently moderately respected (because I happened to read it and so did a few thousand other people) posted rules about blogging. One of the rules was avoid abstract blog titles. Make the titles clear and to-the-point. That’s why, lately, all of my blog titles have been rather wordy. Either it’s expanded to have both an abstract and direct meaning in one clause, or it’s broken down into two so that I can have an abstract thought (in tonight’s case, “Anatomy of a Bastard Child,” which really has nothing to do with me since I had a dad and I still do–he just happens to not live with me and happened to not attend my high school graduation) and a clear, concise, to-the-point clause (”We Lose What We Want”) as well. So, there you have it. I’m modifying my writing for the masses, because what you people think counts.

Right.

Wrong.

What’s wrong? Wrong is that we are being told how to write things. Why is it more effective? Better? Wouldn’t we figure this out after writing enough? I happen to enjoy abstract titles. Why? Because it makes you read the whole thing. Sometimes… 90% of the time, I can’t sum up what the blog is about in less than five or ten words. But I digress… with intention.

So lately, I’ve been feeling ungrateful. This is a challenge in life because I think we all want something better than what we already have, but I believe there is a breaking point. The breaking point is when we start losing things we didn’t even realize we wanted or needed.

To go further, I’m specifically talking about friendships and relationships. Sometimes, we don’t realize what we had until it was lost. We didn’t care enough about it to begin with, but then, once it’s lost, we realized how much it was valued. We were hoping for something better, but what we already had was best.

I’m not talking about anything specific here. This has happened to anyone and everyone, including me. I realize now that things are not as bad as they seem, and sometimes, what we already had was the best that we could have had.

Why is it that we are not happy with what we have? I guess it’s because we are raised to reach certain expectations set by our parents, and these expectations include getting the next bigger, better thing. It’s just a tragedy that we fall victim to wanting more all too often when our lives would have been perfectly complete with what we originally had…

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