Reflecting on a year of wild plot twists

I exist, you exist. And no, I do not want to go into a philosophical tirade or a debate about the truthfulness of that statement. I hope that you and I can simply just understand that we exist.

Now, on the basis of that assumption, I want to express a thought: simply put, can we all just stop having plot twists at the end of the year? The beginning of the year starts so simply, then it ramps up in interesting material, but it always seems that near the end of the year, everything that has been building up just pays off, to put it into a storytelling term.

And this year especially, these plot twists, both in our individual lives and as a global people, are absolutely insane. It feels as though nothing is stationary anymore, especially when it comes to how we see the world and how the world sees us.

This year especially, I feel as though these plot twists are affecting me in ways I didn’t think I could have been affected. I feel as though I am a new person, and I can’t put my finger on why this feeling afflicts me.

And I say “afflicts” because it is a challenging experience, but one that is irregular. I am irregularly afflicted by these experiences; I only feel myself changing in periodic times. I can’t fully grasp why this is happening either. All I know is that I am changing, and that change is pretty positive.

Positive change is good; my only concern is the quickness of it. I can’t escape this nagging feeling that when the universe balances itself out again, I am going to be right back to where I was.

But for the time being, I am going to remain positive and hope that the universe will have mercy upon me.

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