i was chatting with a friend earlier this evening and he was telling me about his last few weeks and how life had been getting him down. It wasn't just one, or two, or even three things. It was a slew of bad luck that came all at once. It came at the funniest and most convenient of times, because just recently I had one of my worst weeks in a great long while, also over a various cornucopia of mishaps.
Have you ever wondered why when things go wrong, they all go wrong at once?
We're told as we get older we would begin to take on the responsibilities that being an adult would bring. Since becoming an 'adult,' I don't really think that the responsibilities were the things that our parents and elders should be warning us about, but rather the abundance of all the bad things that pile up.
I don't know about you, but growing up I had it extremely easy - caring family, great friends, and a social life to be envied. I didn't really have too many things going wrong for me. I do remember seeing my parents and in their seemingly happiness lives, I knew that when they were in a rut, that the rut was ... well rutful. I now know the meaning of their rutfulness.
The day's of making lemonade with the lemons life gives us is a thing of the past. Trust me on this when I say it. True, life sucks a majority of the time, but in this dark and looming depiction of non-fiction, we seem to find a silver lining hiding somewhere we least expected.
What I'm trying to say is, no matter the pits, remember that somewhere things are looking up. You just have to know where to look.
KLR
