I would like to think of something that would make you sit up and laugh. I would like to say something that would make you get out of the old molds you have been fitting into. I would like to wake you up to a new world.
Beautiful life on Earth has had a bad rap. It has been called a world of suffering. The thing is the world can be anything that you choose to think of it.
Not for one moment do I say you have called all twists and turns and slings and arrows of life to you. You may have. That’s a possibility, yet it is not a certainty. Where you come in is how you fuss and fume over what has happened, and then continue the same. There is no question that you may have been injured, and then, in life, you are injured for all time because you choose to limp around moaning. Being unfairly treated may become a theme of your life, and you will certainly discover or latch onto unfair treatment again and again.
Everyone does at one time or another. Everyone has been tripped or been told tales about or outright libeled. People have been stolen from and lied to. You probably have a mental list of affronts in one form or another of offenses to yourself.
People have been kidnapped, and people have been killed. How does your latest run of being trod upon rate in your scale of harrowing experiences now? Out of 10, what is your rating? Have you perhaps made your latest insult bigger than it is? Have you wrested every inch of heartache from it. Really, couldn’t you have tossed it aside? Couldn’t you have said: "'Nuf,” and let it go?
Here is where your responsibility comes in. What is your latest bout of mistreatment, and how do you handle or mishandle it?
You have a check bounce (where else but in the world of life could this happen?) and you are devastated. The bank must have made a mistake. This couldn’t possibly happen to you.
Or perhaps you frequently have checks bounce, and you are up in arms about this every day, or you hide the truth from yourself that you overspend, and you rant and rave at the world just the same as if you hadn’t had a check bounce.
If everything untoward happens to you from out of the blue, then you are indeed a hapless victim. I don’t think this is what you want to be. If every toss of the dice injures your heart, you open yourself to heartache. You are some kind of party to it. Why would you do this?
Sometimes I do believe that you enjoy all the scrimmages in life that you get yourself into. You couldn’t possibly, you say, yet what are you doing when you complain volubly over and over again about another variety of the same offense? It has to be that the quandary satisfies something in you. Maybe you like to be the poor damsel in distress who gets her heart broken every time. Always the bridesmaid and never the bride. I do not recall all the brides being so happy that you have to find yourself unfortunate in the first place.
I’m not picking on you, My dear darlings. Sometimes you may indeed be an innocent victim. Don’t enjoy the role. Just get out of it. Consider that you have the power of a God or a Goddess and now find resources within yourself that remove you from varied replays of your personal soap operas from the past.
Catch a trolley that has a different name on it and a different destination. Take a trolley some place you have always wanted to go. You can do it. Get out of the mold you have been in. No one can do it for you, beloveds, only you and I.