Life can be crazy; likewise, it can be amazing one moment and devastating the next; or seem so, anyway. Life’s experience can give one the illusion that they have everything under control; everything in its place, neatly arranged and secured.
I find it odd how we are always surprised when things go haywire- and again when things straighten back out again. However bad things seem to be, we have to remember that things are only as bad as we allow ourselves to believe; and that we set the metric for the meaning of the words “good” and “bad,” ourselves.
I’ve told my mother, who, herself, comes from a long line of worriers, that as long as you keep your mind fixed on the bigger picture- and there always is a bigger picture, that things will be okay. There will still be another day. Even though this doesn’t directly correlate with whatever the subject of this feature I’ve written today, I’ll close with the famous quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald, from the book, ‘The Great Gatsby,’ “…tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And then one fine morning- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
I find it odd how we are always surprised when things go haywire- and again when things straighten back out again. However bad things seem to be, we have to remember that things are only as bad as we allow ourselves to believe; and that we set the metric for the meaning of the words “good” and “bad,” ourselves.
I’ve told my mother, who, herself, comes from a long line of worriers, that as long as you keep your mind fixed on the bigger picture- and there always is a bigger picture, that things will be okay. There will still be another day. Even though this doesn’t directly correlate with whatever the subject of this feature I’ve written today, I’ll close with the famous quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald, from the book, ‘The Great Gatsby,’ “…tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And then one fine morning- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
J. L. McLendon
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