Tragedy opens up an entirely new world of thought. It changes your view on life and suddenly things that didn’t matter, matter, and things that mattered, no longer matter. Traumatic situations make you count your blessings and for whatever reason, it isn’t a continuous joyful experience of “oh my gosh, I’m so lucky.” For whatever reason, sometimes living through something traumatic opens up every emotion, except for joy.
So the question is, how do you not fear the unexpected? How do you go on living life, being constantly reminded that life’s mishaps come at you, in their own time and in their own unavoidable way?
I guess part of growing up is realizing that things will happen that you have no control over, and each person, individually, has to seek out how to learn from each situation, and figure a way to move on. I guess part of growing up is realizing that there isn’t always a solution, there’s no quick-fix button.
Life isn’t perfect - but I think we can all agree that amongst the imperfection, there is so much to live for.
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