Even at a young age, I knew I was always going to win in life; no matter what the obstacle. I had a seizure when I was two, had to be hospitalized and developed epilepsy at the dawning age of thirteen.
I use the word "dawning" because it dawned on me that I was going to be responsible for me. I was lucky: it takes most humans all of their lives to realize that. I had to be smarter, and also more compassionate to survive. Compassion involves looking through the problem kinda like a doctor or a teacher does. I chose to be a teacher and never looked back. I treat looking back like I do regrets-such a waste of time.
This was always a good philosophy for me until I met others who were more selfish than me. I was used. I became angry and bitter. I began to second guess myself. Wow, what a time waster; I began to concentrate on the past. Didn't I realize that the past cannot change and the only thing I could do was move forward and hope for the best?
I guess my husband bore the greatest part of my depression, anger, bitterness and yes-regret. Poor guy-never knew what hit him. I did. Woe be to the individual who is closest to me when I lose my temper. He never realized he couldn't fix things-he always tried.
And so that brings me to the present. And Ive never viewed myself as a winner but I am. I have a 100% track record for overcoming bad shit that happens. Good for me-going to be a glorious life.
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