I write about the meaning of the things that happen for me as much as for you. Because life ain’t no bed of roses. No matter the life path.
How did the song go? “I never promised you a rose garden.” And it’s true. Stuff happens and sometimes bad things happen. And yet, we must proceed. We are meant to proceed.
I know so many people who get this, that everything that happens is part of our life path. They don’t necessarily like it, but they get it.
I also know people who fight it. Who find it hard to stomach that pain, cruelty and injustice are part of our life path, collective or individual.
Where do you stand on this?
And then, how do we proceed if bad things happen? Is it even possible to? If you’ve got something to say about this, I would love to hear it. Thanks.