Move On

It pays not to invest too much emotional energy into an ending over which we have no control.

I mean, we do it all the time. Football matches at the World Cup being a case in point. And I once saw the wonderful Bob Dylan, be anything but wonderful at the SECC.

It just helps not to.

I speak as someone who became so psychologically tied up with “out of my control outcomes” in the past that I used to think I was the one responsible for them, in some ludicrously superstitious, God punishing me, sort of way. Even though there was absolutely no way I could have affected those outcomes.

So yeah, we can enjoy being passive observers, and still fully engage with some musical or sporting event in the moment. But when the moment doesn’t live up to our hopes and dreams…well, those hopes and dreams are of the kind that should be treated very lightly, and allowed to drift on by, like a rain cloud passing through. As they do.

It’s better that way. It’s been. Now it’s gone. We Move On.