“This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one…The being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”
~ George Bernard Shaw
Friday, the 13th. Is this a day of questionable luck, or a culmination of a year and a half of a life gone in such an unexpected direction? The whining and grievances have been kept at bay, and the desire to just hide and burst into tears of frustration and loneliness carefully curtailed for a year and seven months. My purpose is clear and I continue to strive to be a force of nature; in my work, my dreams, my responsibilities. But, what happens when the force is just not enough to break through the wall? What happens when starting over doesn’t hold the magic and promise of the beginning of a great new adventure? What happens when starting over is just an overwhelming amount of work, stress and sadness? If the world is not to devote itself to making us happy, is it intent on making us struggle?