Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

"Self pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable." - Maya Angelou

What a day.
Humbling.
But good.

On days such as this, it is easy to fall into a trap of feeling sorry for myself.
A lot of things go wrong.
First of all, it rained.
Now don't take this wrong - rain is a wonderful thing.
It nourishes the Earth.
But it sure can make me feel lethargic.
And melancholy.
And "blah".

For a part Sanguine like me, it stinks to feel so "woebegone".
It's like the world is going to end!
We just want to be happy!

But life isn't always "coming up roses".
I just have to accept it.
Sigh.

Today, I held more doors.
And smiled.
But not as much as if it had been sunny.

I also heard a friend tell me about all the difficult stuff that has happened to her today.
And I realized I should stop feeling sorry for myself.
We all go through our days with our heads buried under the sand.
We have blinders on, shielding our vision from other peoples' problems.
We can only see our own "tragedies".

I am guilty of this.

We are so ... pitiful.
Think about it.
We are so pathetic ... and so ... blind.
Blind because we cannot see, and do not wish to see.

I beseech God to unfog our eyes, and help us look with clarity for the hurts of others.

"There is a condition worse than blindness - seeing something that isn't there." - Thomas Hardy