Every now and again I have regrets—why didn’t I have a family, why didn’t I study medicine or law or science, why am I stuck with my not so great “past”, yada yada yada. I experience these moments of remorse primarily when I view others who have succeeded in one area or another, seem happy/content, do good deeds without a thought, yada yada yada.
My goodness—when I open that overstuffed sucker of mine, the scores of “poor me” and “pity me” spill over the sides. What a mess.
I’ve decided to clean up and organize that baggage. In fact, I’m throwing it out! Enough with the woe-is-me attitude, face, and posture. Enough with the dragging of feet; all that does is keep me pretty much rooted in place. I ain’t progressin’. I ain’t keepin’ the faith (that I frequently refer to).
You’ve been there, I’m sure. It doesn’t feel good to go around thinking or suffering this way. Yet we do it. Why? I mean, really, why?! Wouldn’t it be better to go about the day with a positive approach?
What purpose does it serve to have a negative mindset? It does nothing for the disposition. It doesn’t advance us one bit. It won’t help make our dreams, goals and objectives reality, because we’re too busy undergoing those infernal woe-is-me moments (that can stretch into hours, days, weeks).
Life is so short. Chuck that heavy, burdensome baggage. Suck up the misery and get on with life, pursuits, belief/faith.
Stand up. Hold fast. Embrace the good. Know that whatever is proving troubling is going to change and improve. It has to. It always does.