Here’s the paradox we’re all bumbling through like a bunch of circus clowns trying to solve a crossword puzzle in a hurricane: Life is absurd, but we’ve got to take it seriously. Not solemnly. Seriously.
See, the characters in your life—your barista, your boss, your partner, the dude who always jogs in jeans—none of them think they’re extras in your sitcom. They believe they’re the main character in their tragedy, comedy, or cinematic slow-burn drama. And you? You’re busy doing the same. Which means we’re all improvising through a shared hallucination, trying to strike a balance between being the joke and being in on it.
Here’s where it gets interesting: The events that make up your life, no matter how ridiculous or surreal, are still your events. That botched first date, the spontaneous karaoke in the rain, the third existential crisis this month—these are not detours. These are the path.
So what do you do with that? You become the author of your own story, but one with just enough ironic distance. Just enough to chuckle at the chaos, but not so much that you float off into a cloud of cynicism. If you zoom out too far, you stop feeling. But if you zoom in too close, you stop laughing.
The trick—and it is a trick—is to hold both truths at once:
- That what you’re going through is utterly ridiculous.
- And that it matters deeply.
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