I’m not going to sit here and say that I enjoy bad experiences. They tend to do awful things to your psyche, affect you physically and generally make things harder on you than anyone would enjoy. They make you cry, they put that knot in your stomach, they make you think things about yourself that no one should, they make you lose loved ones, and sometimes they even make you feel like you are dying over and over again inside. No one wants these things, but they are a fact of life.
I can look back at all of those moments in my life that made me feel like that and every single one of them challenged how I saw my life, how I thought of myself. Every one of those experiences forced me to look at things in a way that I never would have thought to otherwise. As the present becomes history, all of those events become memory and help to forge who I am. I am gifted with the daily decision of either letting my past defeat me or embracing it and allowing it to make me stronger.
But who wants to embrace pain like that? I sure don’t. Pain is just that, painful. But what else can a person do? Lay down and die? Let the world tell you what to do? Let others dictate your happiness and sense of self worth? No, that is not for me and nor should it be for anyone else. You are you, and you take what lessons you can from all of your experiences. Awareness is key, for without it you are doomed to miss the lessons and repeat the trials and tribulations over and over again until you become aware of the lesson’s existence.
One day I will look at all of my life with fondness, yes even the bad parts. There is a reason behind this. People in the western world tend to get the concept of Nirvana wrong. Nirvana isn’t an existence free from pain and knowing only joy. It’s knowing joy and finding the seeds of your joy even in the hardships that life throws your way.
Now it’s time to move on.