Dead ends

The best things in life started from dead ends.

From rock bottom.
From an empty tank.

You hear glimpses of this when a middle-aged guy says, “Getting retrenched was the best thing that happened to me.”
Or when a young woman says, “Breaking up was the bravest thing I’ve ever done.”
Or when a child says, “Failing that exam woke me up.”

Counterintuitive as it may sound.

Because for too long, you chose wrong.
So Life decided to choose for you.
And yanked out the bandaid.

It’s gonna suck ass, yes.
It’s gonna be painful, yes.
It’s gonna feel like hell, yes.

But it’s for the better.
For your betterment.

Because without the dead end, rock bottom, empty tank, you thought you could keep doing it the old way, the comfortable way, the wrong way.

Now you have no other choice.

But this should be a good moment.
A joyful moment.
A moment to celebrate.

Because now you got handed a plan, a roadmap, a direction to head towards. It doesn’t look like one now. But it is a plan, a roadmap, a direction.

Because when your back is against the wall; your feet is touching rock bottom; or your tank is bone dry and you’re running on fumes, you’ve got nowhere else to go, nothing else you can do. There’s only one direction to head towards.

And that is forwards, upwards or inwards.
Or all of the above.

The best things in life start from dead ends.