Life is a continuous journey defined by one experience after another. Not all these experiences are pleasant in fact some of them are downright unpleasant but here’s what we need to understand about those unpleasant experiences. As much, if not more than, the pleasant the unpleasant has shaped us into who we are at this moment. The key is how we treat those experiences.
Will we let it paralyze us with fear?
As children we feared the boogeyman but as we grew older we realized that there was no such thing as the boogeyman and there was nothing to fear. As adults we must grasp the concept there is no such thing as fear. Fear is only a state of mind it is not real. Many of us fear the unpleasant thought of failure, but failure is not something to fear. Failure is something to learn from, to grow from, to gain strength from. Failure can be our most powerful motivator if looked at through the proper lens
Will we let it scar us?
Yes, some experiences will scar us there is no denying that, we cannot escape that, we cannot pretend the experience did not occur. But we can embrace it. We can wear our scars proudly as a symbol of our rebirth, our survival. A sign that we fell but got back up and we are stronger for doing so.
It is only when we accept that all of our experiences are but stops in our continuous journey of growth that we will be able to unlock our minds and our hearts to our true potential.
Last Sunday I spend a good part of my morning and afternoon cooking for the week. Italian meatloaf (really turkey loaf), Cornish game hens, collard greens, black bean soup and spaghetti with mussels. Rewind almost a year ago and I was recovering from a cardiac arrest. Those that were there have told me the Doctors on the scene worked to bring me back longer than they should of, the priest who stopped in to see me each day in ICU called me miracle man. My recovery was quicker than was expected. My physical rehabilitation progressed nicely. 3 months after the event I went home from the rehab center and shortly thereafter returned to work. A miracle? Maybe but more likely just another day for the Lord almighty, who chose to reach down and touch me and say not yet my son there is still work for you to do on this Earth. Now I won’t lie it hasn’t been smooth sailing since the event some days are better than others there are bumps along the road health wise. Despite that every day I wake and can see and smell the wonderful world around me and know of all the love my family and friends have for me, a love so apparent during my recovery and no doubt a major factor in it. For this I am truly blessed, blessed that the hand of the Lord has touched me and given me this second chance at life. Allowed me to spend a Sunday cooking for the week because despite what bumps may be along the way, in my mind I know He stands over me and will allow me to wake another day, so I might as well have something to eat on those days. I do not know what His ultimate plan is for me but I do know he has touched me and he is guiding me and for that I am eternally thankful.