Is there even such a thing as missing out? People like to point out all the wonderful things in life as examples of what you might 'miss out' on if...if you can't get out of bed, if you can't last another day, if any number of things. Maybe they don't use quite those words all the time, but it's cloaked in the guise of many communications - the vast majority of exclamations about the many wonders and beautiful things around us, if only we took the time to stop and appreciate them.

Which gets me to thinking, is there really such a thing as 'missing out'? What is is, and what isn't isn't. If something wonderful happens, but you aren't there and you don't know about it (if a tree falls in the woods...), have you 'missed out'? Are people who have gone before us in an untimely way 'missing out'? Is it possible to regret that after you're gone? It feels like an unnecessary burden, yet another expectation placed from the outside, to tie you to a place and a time.

Looked at from another perspective, can't something be wondrous and beautiful without requiring attendance? If I'm not there, does that make it any less beautiful or wondrous? No. It still is what it is, regardless of whether it's observed or not, and regardless of who the observers are, right?

This post is coming across darker than I thought, which is why I added the
trigger. I'm just irritable and anxious, and I want to just be right now. Sometimes the urge to run is overwhelming, as it is right now, even when other urges are blissfully quieter. Running away isn't a possibility, and that's making me angrier, which starts these thoughts going through my head. Feels like a spiral I can't get a hold of, so I thought maybe writing them out would help let them go some... we'll see.