Shit Happens to Everyone!
“These bruises make for better conversation… It’s good to let you in again, You’re not alone… Everybody loses. We all got bruises, We all got bruises.” Train, Bruises It’s easy to climb back onto your pity-pot. I find myself there whenever I lose sight of the bigger picture, which is nearly effortless to do. My focus narrows onto me, I feel all alone in a little world where suffering has sometimes become as commonplace as breathing, and I whine and cry “Why is this happening to me? It doesn’t happen to anyone else!” Ah, yes. There’s nothing quite like self-serving denial! To shatter the denial, I find it’s good to climb down off the pity-pot, rant and rave at my Higher Power about how miserable I’m feeling and then go for a good walk to clear my head. Quickly enough, a state of reality returns and I regain sight of an essential eternal truth: Shit happens to everyone—not just me. Everyone suffers and we all have “bruises,” as the San Francisco band Train reminds us in one of th...