I press on. In an earlier post, I talked about the fragility of life's status quo. One second, and everything can change. Usually, we never see it coming. Sadly, the change is usually something unpleasant. Honestly, do you know anyone who has ever won the lottery?
You can only take so many punches in the gut, so many backhands to the face, before you start to hate life and all the surprises it throws at you. I, for one, have not been in the best shape to absorb such blows in the past year or so. As a result, I've become callous and bitter. I hate life, because it betrays you like your so-called buddy in college who runs off with your date before you've had a chance to even say 'goodbye.' Life is already hard. I don't expect much, and yet I'm disappointed.
I'm left to pick up the pieces of shattered glass to make a new vase. I never quite get close to a vase, so I settle for pretty pieces of glass instead. Is that the point then: to learn from mistakes, to appreciate what you do have, and to accept that life is random, unfair, and irrational?
"Gift," my ass...
QUOTE:
By three methods we may learn wisdom; first, by reflection, which is most noble; second, by imitation, which is most easy; and third, by experience, which is the most bitter.
~ Confucius
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