Success Has A Price ...
My friend 
tkam on August 13th, 2007 wrote:
Do you ever wish you weren't so successful?
I know, it's an odd thing to wish for. Last night, upon a shooting star, I wished for happiness in Australia and wherever life may take me.
I wonder if I should have taken that wish back now. Ever since I could logically start placing patterns together in my head, I felt like I've been a curse upon my family. Today was just another example of it.
My 13th birthday, my dad fell down the stairs. Since that day, he's been out of commission of a steady job.
When I made editor for the school newspaper, my grandma passed away. There was nothing worth celebrating.
When I proudly got a job as a research assistant for this amazing professor, I found out my dad had diabetes and my mom had potential skin cancer. Double whammy.
I got a full-time job the same time my brother found out he failed his professional accounting exam.
Today, I found out I got promoted to manager along with many other accolades. I also found out that if my mom doesn't get eye surgery soon, she may go blind.
I tried so hard today to fight back tears. So angry that I'm a curse upon my family. I'm so confused sometimes on whether I should be wishing for happiness, because days like today always make me wonder at what price does happiness come. How many times do I have to pay my dues? Or, am I cursed forever?
I believe often it takes times of tragedy to remind us what really matters in life. When things are going well, we can easily get preoccupied with what we own. We become tied to so many nonessential, unimportant things. We tend to grow overly concerned about cars, houses, furniture, appliances, clothes, and countless other trappings of modern life. But when life is reduced to the essentials we recall again that life itself is enough reason to praise God.
tkam on August 13th, 2007 wrote:
Do you ever wish you weren't so successful?
I know, it's an odd thing to wish for. Last night, upon a shooting star, I wished for happiness in Australia and wherever life may take me.
I wonder if I should have taken that wish back now. Ever since I could logically start placing patterns together in my head, I felt like I've been a curse upon my family. Today was just another example of it.
My 13th birthday, my dad fell down the stairs. Since that day, he's been out of commission of a steady job.
When I made editor for the school newspaper, my grandma passed away. There was nothing worth celebrating.
When I proudly got a job as a research assistant for this amazing professor, I found out my dad had diabetes and my mom had potential skin cancer. Double whammy.
I got a full-time job the same time my brother found out he failed his professional accounting exam.
Today, I found out I got promoted to manager along with many other accolades. I also found out that if my mom doesn't get eye surgery soon, she may go blind.
I tried so hard today to fight back tears. So angry that I'm a curse upon my family. I'm so confused sometimes on whether I should be wishing for happiness, because days like today always make me wonder at what price does happiness come. How many times do I have to pay my dues? Or, am I cursed forever?
I believe often it takes times of tragedy to remind us what really matters in life. When things are going well, we can easily get preoccupied with what we own. We become tied to so many nonessential, unimportant things. We tend to grow overly concerned about cars, houses, furniture, appliances, clothes, and countless other trappings of modern life. But when life is reduced to the essentials we recall again that life itself is enough reason to praise God.