Have you ever felt even just for a moment, that you consumed your life, your thoughts, and actions with inability to stop living? I have. I have spent days and weeks worrying, scared, feeling like my life had stopped because of the burden of my mental health. Hours would go by and I would still be agonizing about…well, I have no idea. Nothing that I was throwing a fret over ever happened, it wasn’t real…my perception was not my reality.
I come from a big family, a big strong family filled with beautiful men and women who support one another when we are in need the most. Sure, as any family, we go through our ups and downs, but we come together at times where it counts. Thus, I say that to say, we celebrate EVERYTHING. Almost every major holiday or made-up holiday on the calendar, we find a way to honor it and spent time with one another rejoicing in the festivities. The celebration of life has been happening since I was a little girl, and I never really thought too much into it. It was normal to celebrate certain holidays even though we did not come from that holidays ancestry.
“Everything changes. The leaves. The weather. The color of your hair, the texture of your skin. The feelings you have today, rather they feel like they will kill you or enthrall you, won’t be the same tomorrow. So, let go. Celebrate! Enjoy! Nothing lasts, except your decision to celebrate everything, everyone, for the beauty that is there within each moment, each smile, each impermanent flicker of infinity.” – Vironika Tugaleva
As I partake in this journey called life, I understand the importance of celebrating everything. I understand the importance of living the hell out of life. We say this, we say we should enjoy life, we should not worry about dumb shit, and we say love every day like it’s our last but do we do it?! Do we celebrate ourselves and others? Do we celebrate just because it’s fucking Tuesday?! We should! We have the right. As I celebrated this past cinco de mayo weekend, I admired how some many cultures who were not of the Latin decent where commemorating. I had not a clue what the song sung in Spanish was saying, but I swayed side to side in unison with a smile on my face.
Although I have my bad days, my days where my introvert side of my personality shines. I try to participate in every moment that renders a celebration. No matter where I am in life, I know that I have grown simply by waking up the next day. I celebrate the fuck out of life every chance I get. The pain I’ve suffered, the anxieties that I have bestowed; my celebration doesn’t stop.