No one asks for difficulties
Yet they come
Like the unwanted relative at Christmas
They leave when they please
And not one minute before
Yet, as I look back on my life, it has been those unwanted things, that have made me what I am
In the pleasant moments, I am content.
I seek nothing.
I bask in my own complacency.
Then, when life shifts (as it always does)
And I find myself face down in the mud
I seek out Law of Attraction gurus
I whine like a baby
Behaving as if life had somehow promised me perpetual leisure.
Then, finally yielding to the necessity of the moment,
I submit to the transformation
A transformation I would never have chosen
Indeed, could never have chosen
It took the very adversity to even bestow upon me the vision of where I could go
Then there is that moment of profound gratitude
Recognizing, at last, that I could not, would not have designed anything so perfect
Then, like the spoiled brat, I sink once again, into my tired complacency
Imagining that somehow I have brought about this miracle
Until, inevitably, life once again, causes me to trip over my own feet
And, once again, with the blood on my face still fresh
I embrace adversity once more
Perhaps, one day, I will stop my petty foolishness
Recognize that which is as obvious as my now bloody nose
Life’s lessons are just
They are benevolent
They are wise
Even, and especially, when I am not
Love & Light