Being Lucky

I think we consider too much the luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm.

– Franklin D. Roosevelt

I had just met a girl I really liked. She was young, seemed smart, was nice to me, and was attractive. She was agreeable, and seemed to be ok with going on and doing whatever adventure I could conjure up in my head. That made me like her even more.

We went on our first date and met up in my usual location where I meet first dates to get to know them, and everything went well. She seemed to be shy and reserved and almost scared of me at first, but then warmed up to me pretty well. By the end of the date she was practically falling into my arms.

It wasn’t all roses and lilies though. She showed me that life is no walk in the park. As beautiful, cute, smart, and nice as she was she had her share of difficulties in life. She had missed most of high school because she had gotten sick, and required surgeries that were no fault of her own. She suffered digestive disorders, as well as issues with anxiety that were so severe she had to take medication. Her joints gave her issues when she moved, to the point where sometimes it gave her trouble walking. If you looked at her you would never know this pretty, young, smart, and cute girl who was basically just beginning the long and complex journey of life had been dealt such a cruel, unfair hand in life. My heart hurt for her to the point where when I got home I sat and thought about it and it made me angry.

Why are some people given perfect health and perfect bodies and live with perfect health into old age? Why are some other people seemingly not even given a chance to live out their lives the way I did? Why am I not given the opportunities to live my life out the way some others have?

She came over to my house on the second date, and we had a good time. I liked her even more. We talked and cuddled and got to know each other. She seemed interested in me, and I was just as interested in her.

Our perfect night was cut short, when she got sick. She unexpectedly was forced to the bathroom by her own bodies involuntary revolt, and her pain was not only reserved physically. I could see the embarrassment, the pain, the upset on her pretty face, and it deeply hurt me to see her this way. The pain in my heart for her ran so deep that it seemed like there was someone intentionally stabbing my soul, trying to hurt me. She apologized for her physical lapse, while her face turned red and everything on her face said, “no, not again.” I tried to be understanding as I could, and told her everything was alright. This seemed to proved no cure for her embarrassment whatsoever. We napped together so she could get some sleep before she went home, and she finally went home after our second encounter.

This was painful for me to see, not only because I saw a girl I liked suffering and in pain, but because it was a true testament to the statement that life is not at all fair. It never was, and it seems it never will be. Those words are every bit as cruel as they are true. Some of us are given seemingly perfectly healthy bodies and all the opportunities in the world, while others are seemingly given nothing, and even worse, are seemingly given a life full of pain, despair, and hardship. It is one of life’s truest testaments, while also being one of it’s harshest realities. I wish I could change it, but I just can’t.

The silver lining that lies beneath that I am saying about all of this is that having a perspective on all of this can make you grateful for what you do have, and what you have been given. The other day I was complaining to myself in my own head about how I wished I had perfect eyesight, or how I wished I didn’t ever get an upset stomach. But I remembered how bad other people have it. How other people deal with issues that would make my issues laughable, a walk in the park, a cakewalk. How other people deal and have dealt with a level of pain and discomfort and agony that I have never even dreamed about. It is sad and hurtful, yet humbling to think about at the same time.

So the next time you think about how awful it is to get broken up with (it is), how much you miss your ex-girlfriend (I’m sure you do), or how unfair life is to you (I’m sure it is), think about how unfair life has been to other people. Think about that one person you know/knew who was struggling with their health way more than you ever have, young soldiers being sent to fight and die in war, or people who have been treated wrongly/unfairly during wartime to the point of being raped, executed, or killed. This will put life into perspective for you. This will put your perspective of your life being hard into the perspective of how hard life can actually be, and it will ultimately lead you into feeling one feeling – grateful. You will feel grateful of how good you actually have it, and will feel grateful that you are alive, breathing, and have the strength and will to go another day, to get over your ex-girlfriend, to live life and do things you love with the people you love, and to be a better man.

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