My Lot
Happiness is a state of mind. Its what you make of the situation. Its an illusion brought about by positive stimuli in the environment. Its a goal sought by restless souls.
Could it be possible that some are just destined to be deprived from happiness? Where strife and struggle are the common ingredients in their life’s daily recipe?
I remember a saying by Edward Judson: "Success and suffering are vitally and organically linked. If you succeed without suffering, it is because someone suffered for you; if you should suffer without succeeding, it is in order that someone else may succeed after you."
I often wonder if this is truly my lot in life. I was given a healthy body, a brilliant mind, work that I just love doing, interesting friends, and a loving family. Yet happiness is still out of my reach. I am so thankful for all that I was given, but if you think about it, I’m given the perfect coping mechanisms to face unhappiness on a daily basis. And that is what I’ve been doing for the past 3 decades…coping. Is it possible that I was designed this way to make sure that I perpetually remain in this restless state to make sure that others are happy? Talk about your all-around buffer.
