The longer I live, the more I feel I do not want to treat life seriously. Why?
Because no matter what happens to all of us, we will merely die. Thus, there is no sense in stress, e.g., at work. Undoubtedly, it is hard to do it. I genuinely envy people who have a distance from everything. I aim to be the one. Still, it is frequently difficult to do it. The first of my set of pictures, entitled “Farewell,” commemorated my brother Marcinek, who died at 13 years old. When I have situations that stress me, or I feel that they have overcome me, I try to remind myself about my brother and the fact that he died while a young boy. By doing it, I receive a perspective that my current problems are, indeed, not a problem. It is a moment when I tell myself I should not treat life seriously.
I have one life. It’s a cliche, but it is merely true.
Thus, I would say that we must not treat life seriously because, sooner or later, it ends. I am writing this post during the stressful period in my office job. I experienced pretty difficult times. Still, what I know is that I should do my best for my employer, but I cannot let my anxiety rule my world. My life is too short to do it. Undoubtedly, I want to do my job and live my life outside of it. I treat my job seriously. Thus, I plan to solve as many issues as possible. Still, in the long run, and broad perspective of my whole life, I should remember it is not my first job and probably not the last one. I have no doubts that I am more powerful thanks to exposing my body to cold. Undoubtedly, without it, I would be mentally weaker.
