Riding the Elevator

In 2020, just after moving to Sydney I found myself labouring around Sydney’s construction sides. It was a interesting time in a new place, I had just fallen in love and yet I was depressed when I arrived at Central Station. Then life took me on an elevator ride. Literally…

“Transformed from a depressed state two days ago to a positive one today, and remarkably, nothing external has changed. The routine at work remains, it is even more mundane with operating an elevator since Tuesday. Yet, what is different? The shift is internal, a conscious decision to embrace happiness and recognize it as a choice. This moment, boring as it may seem, could be the best of my life if I don’t wait for it to be over. I opt for peace of mind, finding freedom in the 9-hour imprisonment of a small cabin. The abundance in my head is untouchable. A good state of mind feels natural and effortless. It's almost like a game; navigating through challenges becomes a play, and gratitude pulls negativity it’s pants down. It’s hard to be hateful when you are grateful. In moments of existential doubt, I overlook to live.”