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“I hate my job!”, cried toothbrush
“Bitch, please. . .”, replied toilet paper
Lately this could definitely be true! My bad days are typically little nuances. I’m lucky to have a loving family, house to live in and food to eat. So many people would be extremely thankful for just the basics. This question really does remind me how blessed I am!
I can sometimes think that I’m having a difficult day full of worries, what I can’t do or have but then all I have to do is put myself in the thoughts of others whether here or in other countries look at at their situations and realize how lucky and fortunate I am. I remember our trip to the backhill villages of Morocco. The people live in cave buildings, have no running water, just got electricity, still till the land and raise animals as their forefathers did. They are living in poverty but I noticed how happy they were, how they were all smiling and appreciative of what they have. I have friends of mine who are going through difficult financial or personal health problems but I am still financially ok and have my health. I have running water, have the ability to get groceries and live comfortably. My life is far from being difficult even though the social isolation and financial side is a little tight. I am grateful for myself and try to reach out to others and help others who are going through difficulties.
I am fortunate to have basic needs met, and some. A good day for so many is finding enough water, food and shelter. It is easy for me to take all that for granted particularly where my hard day ignores all of that and focuses solely on what went wrong. A wider perspective is a beautiful thing.
There’s another leg to this question though. If you put two people of similar backgrounds through the same experience they could have totally different feelings about how it went. Perspective again!
This is an important practice in my view. It seems to me the whole cosmos is in perfect balance, yet my wee problem all of a sudden becomes bigger than the perfection of all creation. Go figure.
I had a friend named Dave. He was in his late 70’s and 80’s at the time I knew him. I would watch him sometimes when he would talk with young children. He would listen so carefully to them. Any little problem they expressed he would listen to intently, whether a stem on a flower they had was broken, or anything.
But this was marvelous when you know that Dave had been a prisoner of war at Stalag 17, and had seen and suffered many horrors. That he still would often wake up screaming. But he set that aside. Each day was about the present day. He wasn’t a meditator or a philosopher, yet somehow he “got it.”
It touched my heart that Dave understood the relativity of woes, and that he genuinely just cared about people. He never discounted someone’s problems because they were too small. Never told anyone to “get over it.” Never looked away, either, but instead listened like that moment and that person speaking was the most important thing in the world.
Thank you for reminding me.
What a beautiful story to share, Holly💜
Thank you for sharing that, Holly.
In general, as things seem to get more and more difficult for most people, life for me gets better. Sometimes I feel guilty about this, but mostly, I am grateful that at 77 years old, I still feel young, healthy, and curious about life.
Yes! One of my mantras is “my life keeps getting better.” I still deal with disappointments and not-so-fun situations, but overall, it really does keep getting better. I love it!
I worked for ten years in the third worst prison in the world, which housed up to 8,000 inmates with minimum sentences of 33 years. I often used to say when stuck, struggling, screaming at some of my truly terrible situations, they’d be glad for this opportunity of problem solving in such a setting. I’ll suck it up and do it bravely for them.
How does one measure which prison is worst?
Sentencing, lack of legal representation, over crowding, healthcare facilities, disease, brutality, corruption, forced free labor….for starters…there’s more, much more…but you probably get an idea.
The one we sit in.
That is true, but there are actual human rights measures for actual prisons for actual people stuck in them. Of course, suffering can be subjective, but the measuring stick for what can break a person was very loaded within the developing countrys’ prisons I worked in, some supposedly less worse than the one mentioned above, yet incredibly brutal in other ways. I have also been privy to information about some first world prisons, which you would think would be better, but come with their own set of what we’d all call a long visit to hell. Very often these people should not have been incarcerated, or were given inhumanely long sentencing in unbearable circumstances. A part of the PTSD I experience is from the years working with other’s extreme suffering, from victim, perp, to the law enforcers within the “legal” system.
These are the words I would post on the entry doors of every prison.
“THE PRISON GUARDS BECOME THE PRISONERS….EVERY TIME”
I do not advocate for abolishing prisons BUT to those who turn them into systems to please their sadistic desire ……be aware! They will come back to you seven times over.
The ability of some humans to inflict epic suffering on fellow humans both directly and indirectly (by designing and implementing systems) is shameful. I sometimes muse to myself that alien life probably stops by and watches for a while and says, “no, I think we will pass this one by”.
We are all here to get our lessons in life and progress to higher planes of existence. “One persons Shell Hell is another persons Shell Heaven”.
FEELING is relative notion and must be respected as private unless requested otherwise. i am not going to “imagine” what another person is “really hard day”-ing but I will emanate a “Blessing” ( sphere of Rosie red light ) or two , and if their BE-ing-ness detects that Blessing ..then perhaps they will open to more light. Their own internal light
I never take for granted my good fortune to have all the things people have mentioned.
Reminds me of the following quote by Helen Keller, “I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.” Not often enough do I think about the kindness of so many people who’s shoulders I now stand on.
A hard day for me might be my boss giving me a hard time for not getting cases filed fast enough. But he does that while I’m sitting at home, safe from Covid, with plenty of food to eat, no money stress, in good health, with a roof over my head. Everyone’s perspective is different. It’s an easy question to answer, though difficult to keep in mind always in the moment— we get caught up in our emotions.
I quite agree – you have taken the words from my mouth!
With so much pain in this world, it seems obvious that I am privileged to live the way I do.
I try to reach out with kindness to others because I don’t know what their day, or their life, has been like.
But on the flip side, our feelings are real. If we are having a “really hard day”, we can still acknowledge it without needing to feel guilty all the time. I think that gratitude practice continues to help me live in the present moment.
I’m glad you said that, Leanin.
I couldn’t have put it better myself. Now I don’t need to write my own comment!!! You have perfectly written what I would have done!
LeanIn, I like what you said about feelings
I think about this all of the time . . .
I wake up every day feeling safe.
I have food at the ready in my refrigerator.
I have a clean toilet that flushes.
I have a toothbrush, toothpaste, and soap.
I have the ability to take care of myself.
I have clean clothes.
I have a table to sit down at,
I have a home that shelters me from the weather.
I have garden space where I can work.
I have books to read, television to watch,
and internet to teach and entertain me.
I have freedom of choice.
I have spare time.
I have a car to take me just about anywhere.
I can afford to pay my doctor.
I have the luxury of cats and a man who loves me.
I have paper to paint on and write on.
I have light in the darkness at night.
I have clean, warm sheets to sleep on,
and body contact with those I love.
I am grateful for all of it.
I have no business
complaining about anything . . .
my small misfortunes
are nothing to what most of the world suffers.
How beautiful, Sparrow. Thank you <3
Whatever anxiety or depression I might feel from time to time does not compare with what my older brother is going through with dementia nor a nephew of my wife call due to diabetes last two legs.
Indeed, a really hard work on my side might satisfy others vying for updates/replies/ and what the other person might have been expecting., thus actually feeling like a good day to them.
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