Poor me

“When the fight 

begins within himself, 

a man's worth something.”

- Robert Browning, 1855 -

You lost your job.  Your best friend died.  Your dog ran away.  Your favorite NFL team blew the playoffs.  Your significant other bitches at you constantly.  Your neighbor is a thieving asshole.  You got put in a fight and lost.  You wrecked your car.  Your government is screwing you.  You blew the interview.  You lost your wallet.  You made a mistake on your taxes and got audited.  It's raining hail and sleet and lightning and earthquaking.  You've been cheated on.  

One big breath and exhale a nice, long, sentimental..... "FUCK."  

Now, get over it.  Anger is a gift, my friends.  It is a primal, unbridled opportunity for you to take your life by the throat and rip that shit open like Dalton protects the Double Deuce from pseudo-cowboy denim dancers.  

Bad things happen, and with that we, being the good people we are, like to think that a higher power wouldn't bestow something so terrible on US.  WE should be left out of the people marked with cancer, divorce, death, disease, etc..  We like to complicate matters thinking that there is some set of rules that if we abide will free us from hardship, effort, and in that we immediately relieve ourselves of power.  

Life is pain.  Once realized, you are free.  Free to choose what you believe to be right, fair, and true - amidst all the pain.  

The power of choice in an incredible event.  

"This is what I believe, and I'm willing to die for it."

Don't overcomplicate it.  Be aware of the choices at hand, and give them meaning by understanding that through the pain we find a life no one can take.  Nothing can change it or let you down, or alter it in any way.

Take all that pain, put it through the incredible machine that you are, and use it as the gift is was meant to be.  

Be useful.  Don't be a victim.