Nasty topic, this one.
Let’s face it, there are times when everything flows, you move, and the world moves with you, you’re on rails. And there are those other times, when destiny strikes.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve had my fair share of it. Times of insecurity. Of pressure. The burden of heavens all squeezing down on my chest.
The hardest pain of all is the one leading you towards the darkest of thoughts, the proverbial dead end. I’ve had those. The burnouts, the depressions, the worthlessness.
And within that darkness I’ve had this thought of what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And I didn’t believe it at that time. It seemed as worthless as everything else.
Later on, when the dog was kicked away, I realized that a transformation occured. After the crisis I felt stronger. Actually each one taught me something new, gave me a new dimension. What seemed stressful yesterday is a triffle now. A mere breeze caressing the tree that has grown up.
I am not alone. At least ten of really close people around me have been in tremendous distress. And all of them, all of them are great people. I love them all.
To all of you, to all of us, to me, strength comes from standing up after you’ve been beaten down. Pick yourself up and the whole world with you. If you can’t do it, there are people who can and will help. And then go on. And yes, there will still be storms in the future, but there will be rainbows too.
To end this off here’s a wonderful thought by a Slovenian poet Mrs. Neža Maurer: There has been suffering, but there are no regrets.