Everyone in life experiences hard things. Sometimes-when I listen to what others have gone through,it’s hard for me to comprehend how we all choose to get up again and again when life can be so, damn, hard.
How do we do it?
Sometimes I think too hard about this and I feel like I am constantly weighing my options of luck:
If I am getting good grades something bad must happen to me eventually. If I am happy socially-a catastrophic event is bound to happen. If I am successful in one area of my life in the future I guess I am deserving of losing something or someone else.
I compare my situation to others and it becomes overwhelmingly complicated and stressful when I see what others have gone through.
I start to expect the worst in my life.
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But I suppose life is beautiful.
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I guess it is the sun the earth the air and the water that make us get up again and again. The glimmers of laughter and smile that happen in each and everyday. The realization that even when the world is deteriorating you will always have someone to fall back on.
You do.
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The brief second of bliss we get to experience when something good really does happen.
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Good does happen.
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Bad things happen.
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Magic does happen
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Sad does happen.
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Life does happen.
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I find it interesting that mad and sad can rhyme. But magic and good are completely different sounding words.
Happiness in all of its emotions feels like colors of the rainbow. Variations in every grasp.
Grief often feels like a slate of gray.
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Rainbows come.
They can last a lifetime.
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