Dear Friends,
It seems to me…
How many hours do you spend worrying about suffering? Are you missing what the world is offering? As you spend hours at ease. Doing whatever you please. Then when you finally look back, your whole life at, will you remember the pain or playing in the leaves?
We all need a modicum of afflict. Else we won’t grow up even a bit. Maturing never. Adulthood to sever. Because without something to endure, we simply can’t mature, and we’ll remain children forever.
Even time at work isn’t so bad. It distracts us from going mad. Deep in productive labor. We build a world in which to savor. But in the end, do you want to spend, time with coworkers or the people you favor?
Of suffering life’s not full. There’s a lot of goodness and that’s no bull. But we magnify the pain. Then discredit the gain. Bringing past ache into the now, as if it will help us somehow, to be relived again and again.
Illness can’t be ignored. Especially when you’re floored. The material becomes intense, so much we lose our sense. Though it usually only lasts a short time, and after that we’re fine, but the memories it makes are dense.
The choice really is ours. We have the power. To remember the good. Not be caught in a torrent like a fragment of wood. The daily memory we make, hopefully for goodness sake, will serve us as best it could.
Despair anger and depression, can become a consuming obsession. A comforting place. Where life’s joys we needn’t face. A hidden fortress, where we needn’t impress, and our magnificent suffering we can embrace.
Though things may seem hopeless now. They will get better somehow. If we have not what we want. Know that change is a constant. It won’t come to you, without struggles not few, and then only in quotient.
About your self centered affair, with deep and abiding despair. Before you have a fit. The world couldn’t care a whit. Though reaching great heights, can be quite a fight, especially from the bottom of a pit.
Those that live in glee. They’re happier than you or me. Of jokes they may be the butt. Some may even cut. Made by people jealous of happiness, as if it makes the gleeful feel duress, and the hecklers are a pack of nuts.
So remember this sage advice. Before dwelling on bad think twice. Life’s hard but we’re here. The wise don’t live in fear. Our joys out number despair, and most just don’t care, but life’s more than it may appear.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
