Weal Is Me

There are two ways to look at life.

I'm sure there are more, but I tend to talk in polarities.

You can look at life with a "Woe is me" lens.

And boy, that sure fits the eyes, hmm?

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You know, you look at the world like the donkey on Pooh.

E-ho.

Does he mean Eeyore?

That's what I said.

E-ho.

And the other way to look at the world is "Dang, I'm one lucky mother mother."

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Same stuff happens to you.

Same things in your pocket (even if just lint).

Same facts.

Wildly different outlook.

Why?

Because the innerlook is different.

Same outcomes.

Different insights.

I once sat in a room and listened to two people argue about who had the worst life.

They were fighting to "win" who had it the worst.

And I remember thinking, "Why would you want to win this one?"

Lord of the Wings.

Talk about an L in the shape of a W.

Why even be in contention?

The thing is, they didn't have a bad life.

They just saw it that way.

The people with the Woe lens tend to point at the obviously tragic things in their lives. 

To them, they stand out like monuments of trauma.

They drag them with them wherever they go.

But their index fingers brush past all the glory.

All the love.

All the good.

Standing by and looking up at the pointer.

Ignored.

Or at least forgotten.

Disregarded.

Taken for granted.

What about me? Why are you only focusing on the bad?

The people who realize how lucky they are brush past the monuments of trauma, are even strengthened by them, to focus on the blessings, however small.

They carry their sunshine, however little, in their pocket.

To focus on its golden linings.

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A life-altering event?

Well, thank God I'm still here!

Thank you, God.

Thank goodness it wasn't worse!

That which dost not kill me.

Only.

Makes.

Me.

Stronger.

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"The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental."

Weapons, like fingers, like a lot of things really, all depend upon how and where you point them.