so you’ve lost something, someone. or maybe, you’ve lost everything. now what?
i get it, awful shit happens, but what are you going to do? claim victimhood? of course you’re a victim. everyone is a victim, life sucks, it sucks so bad. i've thought about putting a gun in my mouth a million fucking times, if not, more. to live is to suffer, that’s what every religion since the beginning of religion has been trying to tell us. they’ve been damn near screaming it at us. “YOU WILL SUFFER!” this may seem dismal, but that terrible fact is a blessing, because to grow you must suffer first. Christ does not promise us a life void of pain, but He does promise us the strength to endure. we don’t get the luxury of becoming strong and wise without first going through things that make us want to die and make us question existence itself.
you can’t be strong and have an easy life at the same time. very few people on this planet live an “easy” life. some people are luckier than others, that's about as far as it goes. no one gets a free ride. life beats everyone down at some point. you could argue that you have suffered more than others, and maybe you have. except, here's the thing about that; nobody cares.
what makes a man is not the suffering he endures, it's what he does with that suffering. far too many of us become docile, and subordinate when faced with our failures, we are afraid of going through it again.
we fear embarrassing ourselves again, so we never try again.
we fear a broken heart, so we never love again.
we fear failure, so we don't take risks.
we fear getting rejected, so we don't ask.
imagine who we could've been, had we not let fear get in the way.