Life is insane.
It lifts you up.
It drops you from an airplane without a parachute, letting you land breathless and left for dead.
It picks you up and nurses you back to health.
Only to drop you in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by sharks, without rations and bleeding.
It then takes your mangled body, dresses it up in a pink princess dress and drops you in a land filled with unicorns and flowers and butterflies.
And then it drops you into the fiery pit of an active volcano.
It’s crazy. When you think you have it all figured out. You’re happy. You’re growing. You’re doing positive things for yourself… That’s when it hits you, like a ton of bricks.
The what if’s…
The But I don’t have’s…
The longing stare at someone else’s green green grass…
The realization that it just will never be…
And that’s when it gets interesting.
HOW do you do it?
How do you grow from it?
How do you find balance and strength?
How can you concentrate on being grateful for what you DO have?
I have no answers.
Just thoughts and questions.
Just dreams and realities.
That clash. That sing. That grow.
Some exchanges are WELL worth it.
But how do you get used to it?
How do you silence that little voice that says: “But I want it. Why can’t I have it?”