Yoh...Life!

What are we doing? Yikes!

Life, hey?

Being human… yoh.

But look at us, doing it anyway.

Being human is a masterpiece of contradiction. Life can feel objectively unhinged, a total, vomit-inducing rollercoaster where the obstacles keep stacking up and societal systems wobble like a Jenga tower in a chaotic classroom. And yet? Somehow, we still laugh at memes, fall in love, meal prep for the week, and genuinely believe tomorrow might be gentler.

Like… how?

Is it collective naivety? Are we all just delightfully delulu?

Or, hear me out, are we so practiced at surviving that we shake off the dust and hit the ground running for the thousandth time? The wheels might be falling off, but we will literally hot-glue that shit back on and keep riding, even if the wheels now resemble the loudest, most chaotic trolley in the grocery store.

So, what keeps us going when the math isn’t mathing?

The Meaning-Making Machine

When things hurt, we instinctively ask, “What does this mean?” Even suffering gets wrapped in a survival story: I’m growing, this is a chance for a glow up, this matters...Yada...Yada...Yada

Meaning doesn’t erase the pain, but it gives shape and meaning to an otherwise heart-wrenching episode.

Hope Is Scrappy

Hope isn’t some fake, Instagram-filtered emotion. Real hope is gritty. It shows up even when logic is screaming, “Hard pass.” It’s that tiny, annoying voice going, “Okay, but what if?” That voice has kept us alive through wars, pandemics, heartbreak, and the soul-crushing reality of being broke...again!

Also, let’s be real: we’ve survived every single Monday since the beginning of time. Our track record is actually 100%.

Humour as a Middle Finger

Laughing in a shitstorm is a high-tier act of defiance, or a symptom of disbelief, depending on how much coffee you’ve had. When we laugh, we’re saying: “you don’t define me.” ... with main character attitude, nogal!

Comedy is both a pressure valve and a middle finger to despair.

Connection

Even the “lone wolves” are quietly carried by others: friends, ancestors, or that one stranger who let them merge in traffic. We regulate each other’s nervous systems without even trying. A shared look, a stupid inside joke, or a perfectly timed meme can genuinely pull someone back from the edge.

We are pack animals, even when we pretend we don’t need anyone.

Tactical Defence Mechanisms

Dissociation, denial, intellectualising, optimism… whatever keeps the lights on. These aren’t weaknesses. They’re temporary scaffolding holding us up while we adapt. The trick isn’t to demolish the scaffolding, but to make sure it doesn’t accidentally become a crutch and a cage.

Beautifully Stubborn

Humans are oddly, fiercely feisty. We keep loving after loss. We keep trusting after betrayal. We show up tired, anxious, and cynical, and still, we show up.

There’s something primal about that. A quiet insistence on existing even when life is loud, messy, and deeply unfair.

The Verdict?

Maybe we aren’t always “thriving.” Sometimes we’re on autopilot. Sometimes we’re numb. But honestly? Everything has a season.

So here we are. Still rocking, still rolling, still believing, or at least wanting to believe. Not because life is easy, but because being human means we don’t stop moving just because the terrain gets rocky and our GPS stopped working.