Hand Up
Life is full of setbacks, unforeseen circumstances, tragedy and strife. It’s not an uncommon reaction to say… “Why me, God?” … and I’ve been there… but now I try to see things from a different perspective. Instead of why me? … I say Okay, it’s me… but what’s the message…? What’s the meaning behind this happening? … because so much really is out of our hands.
“He’s got the whole world…in his hands…”
My cousin’s kid was the size of a soda can when he was born. He’s 3 years old and doing great 🙂 Modern medicine is a wonderful thing.
Whenever something bad happens to me, I always try to shrug and say ‘It could have been worse, it could have happened to someone else.’ I mean, I’m Canadian, so I have enough blessings in my life just being me to take a few lumps (you’d be amazed how much misery you can write off when you get a good look at five thousand acres of forest and marshland all frosted over). Unfortunately, sometimes it happens to someone else anyways, and all too often someone who just doesn’t deserve it.
Being there is like lending a hand.
Oh, geez…I’m so accustomed to births in fiction being happy events (well, except for in The Grapes of Wrath) that this completely threw me off guard. Poor little guy!
EofO… Yes, He does.
Chug… I’m glad to hear this! Success stories, where babies are concerned, are extra special!
Trev… Yes, it can ALWAYS be worse… and often, it does one good to recognize the blessings we have. Bad things WILL happen. That’s life. But we can certainly adjust HOW we look at these things… after all, it’s your life and your choice to feel rotten or to feel accepting or to look at the bright side.
Jack… time shared in grief or in happiness is time appreciated. Sharing our lives is a gift.
Dada… smiles, Dada… you ol’ softie.
The problem is that when I ask “What’s the message, here,” far too often the response I get is “Sorry, wrong number.”
;-p
O-kay, more seriously: I’ve learned that the universe and life have no more meaning or purpose to them than that which we assign to them. Far from being a hopeless message, though, it turns out that is a very deep and meaningful insight. After all, we are exceptionally good at assigning meaning to things, so it really is just a matter of what message we choose to find.
I quite often find when things go wrong in my life, (which is more often than I would like) that as soon as I start saying “Why Me?” that I hear about someone else going through something ten times worse than me. I usually wind up feeling really shallow then, but I have to realize that it’s all subjective. Everyone goes through rough times, and we all often feel like we are being picked on specifically. We just have to try and remember that we aren’t, that it’s just life and everyone else is going through rough times too. Just as we will all go through our good times too. The bad times help us to appreciate the good and to enjoy those times more.
That being said, it still doesn’t stop me from wishing that I had more good times to appreciate though. 😉
bit flip… wrong number? oh dear.
We will disagree with one another on meaning and significance in life (and that’s okay). You are right… we do assign meaning to things… songs, colors, poems… and they are all different for everyone. However, I do see a thread running through all things to a purpose. I believe God has a purpose for us all in our individual journeys. But we are all different, on different paths, and I respect your opinion. (Thank you for expressing it, by the way).
Gramy… I found Les Brown on YouTube. His question is…. “Why NOT you?”… “Life is hard” and “If you can look up, you can GET up.” And I agree… the bad times help us appreciate the good times more. It’s the contrast that shows us something… Like putting blue next to orange.
Incidently, this month’s zine is “The Positivity Issue.” It’s an upper.
@ Grammy & Brig
thank you for keeping Becca in your thoughts and prayers and for sharing her story. She has people praying for her across the globe 🙂
I hope B.B.’s little guy will be ok I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it if he’s not (even if he is a fictional baby). I don’t know what Randie and Rye are waiting for, Leroy clearly needs a hug or two! Poor guy is worried about his baby and lady.
I would like to post something that’s a little bit long here. I hope nobody minds, it’s an interesting dream that I had a few weeks ago that seems kind of appropriate. If it’s too much, feel free to delete it Brig.
The Child Of Light
I just had one of the most profoundly spiritual dreams of my life.
A god like being came to me and told me that I was the child of joy and that I was a guide for the child of light. There were several other guides, but sadly the dream has faded enough that I don’t remember all of the details. But we all went through a journey in order to prepare us to give the child of light proper guidance, each journey was very intense and spiritual, and each journey was very necessary.
I was so very worried about giving the child of light the wrong advice, so my personal journey as the child of joy was very long. I was afraid because I knew that the advice that I gave would influence the child of light to change the world or leave things as is, and that regardless of the decision that the world would be forever changed. I so did not wish to give the wrong advice, so as I said, my personal journey as the child of joy was very long.
Finally I was ready, and the god like being took me through a doorway that had always been there and I saw the child of light and all of the other guides and I realized what it was that made me the child of joy; I was everyone in the room. I had gone on each of the journeys to prepare myself to be each of the guides as well as the child of light. I knew without a doubt what it was that I had to do, and for me it was to change nothing.
Everything was as it should be. I also knew that this journey was being played out every moment of every day, by every person in the world. When each of them had been through their journey they as the child of light would make the decision guided by the child of joy and the others, and they would change everything or they would stay the same.
The decision would change the world, because it wasn’t changing the world itself, it was changing us, and together we change the world. Much like throwing a pebble into a still pond, you can see the ripples for a little while but eventually those ripples still and the pond appears to be as it always was, but the pond is forever changed because that one pebble has been added to it.
I woke up with such joy in my heart because I knew that regardless of how difficult the journey was, everything was exactly as it should be. I was exactly as I should be and that I would be able to change the world in my own small way, because just like that pebble in the pond, I made a difference.
I jumped up and ran to my computer and was exceptionally glad I had been taught to type by touch because I had to type with my eyes closed in order to retain as much of the dream as possible. I did lose many details, like the names of the other guides and the name of the god like being and what each journey was like, but I remember the point of the dream, and was allowed to share it with all of you. Do with it as you will.
I think for once in my life, I finally understand the term Namaste.