Mundanity

Your browser does not support the video tag. Last night while falling asleep, I was reflecting on the last ten years or so of my life, as one does. Looking back into the past, despite my attempts to proselytize myself into not doing so, is something I do quite frequently. I was looking back on different arcs and seasons of life and kept telling myself "damn, what a shitty life I've lived." This, of course, was me magnifying the stupid stuff—mistakes, failures, missed opportunities, and so on. More than that, it was kind of a selfish blast from the past; I kept thinking all about me, me, me. In that rumination before setting off for dreamland, all I could think about was the stuff I did, and not even for a second about all of the people supporting me in spite of my perceived failings. My friends who lent their ears, family members who stayed in my corner despite my prodigal outings, and all the kind strangers I met—none of those people came up in that rumination. So of course, I got a…