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The more that life tries to hurt and/or surprise me, the more I learn about myself and what I truly want. And in so doing, I learn to love Life just that much more.
In spite of its bad reputation, pain and suffering DO serve their purpose, when used as intended. Anyone who asks, "why must we hurt? Why would a loving universe still have a need to inflict pain?" has probably never seen a leper up close, or known a Diabetic with really bad neuropathy.
The longer I live, the more I begin to really see the tight interconnectedness of all things, the connection of events in seemingly random ways that end up forming the paving stones of a Major Life Event when one least expects it. The longer I live, the more difficult it becomes to feel genuine sorrow over the tragedies of life, because they begin to seem less like tragedies when one considers the growth opportunities that such tragedies can provide. Just because something might SEEM bad to us from our perspective at a given point in space/time, doesn't mean that it actually IS, in the grand scheme of things.
You might think me crazy, to think such things, to not rail in anger or rend my clothes with sorrow at all the horrible injustices of the world. How can I accept such things as OKAY?
And to be honest with you...*scratches head, sighs* All I can say is, "just wait. Pay attention. Be patient. And you'll see."
The Goddess works as the Goddess wills, and She works for the good of a very old, very complicated Plan. Whether we mortals like how She works or not, is totally NOT Her problem.
*hugs to all* Faith manages. Love provides. Hope endures.
In spite of its bad reputation, pain and suffering DO serve their purpose, when used as intended. Anyone who asks, "why must we hurt? Why would a loving universe still have a need to inflict pain?" has probably never seen a leper up close, or known a Diabetic with really bad neuropathy.
The longer I live, the more I begin to really see the tight interconnectedness of all things, the connection of events in seemingly random ways that end up forming the paving stones of a Major Life Event when one least expects it. The longer I live, the more difficult it becomes to feel genuine sorrow over the tragedies of life, because they begin to seem less like tragedies when one considers the growth opportunities that such tragedies can provide. Just because something might SEEM bad to us from our perspective at a given point in space/time, doesn't mean that it actually IS, in the grand scheme of things.
You might think me crazy, to think such things, to not rail in anger or rend my clothes with sorrow at all the horrible injustices of the world. How can I accept such things as OKAY?
And to be honest with you...*scratches head, sighs* All I can say is, "just wait. Pay attention. Be patient. And you'll see."
The Goddess works as the Goddess wills, and She works for the good of a very old, very complicated Plan. Whether we mortals like how She works or not, is totally NOT Her problem.
*hugs to all* Faith manages. Love provides. Hope endures.