It’s all how you look at it. Every challenge is an opportunity. You reap what you sow. That which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. It’s a spiritual battle. Staying positive is essential. Crisis is a gift.
I’m glad to know a precious few who find these platitudes repulsive. Most of the folks who repeat them call themselves good Christians or Course of Miracles brand New Agers.
Well, but, you have to make the best of it, right! What else can you do? That’s called Enlightenment these days, by the way. I guess I used to be quite Enlightened, but now I’m terribly Embittered.
That boy born with one eye is actually lucky because he got to develop his ‘cosmic sense’. Same with that boy whose doctor gave him a vaccine that gave him polio—having only one leg is a true growth opportunity. Autism’s just another word for special.
It’s like the Cat Stevens song I used to teach my English as a foreign language students for a fun lesson of translating lyrics—Moonshadow—“If I ever lose my legs, I won’t cry and I won’t beg.” (Great for teaching vocabulary. Maybe not so great for living actual life.)
No, of course not, who needs legs, because, then you’ll sing, right? You’ve still got your vocal cords, maybe that, along with one hand, and you can start a revolution from your bed. Who needs to eat really, either? You know there are spiritual masters who live in caves for years without eating.
Really? Good for them!
Honestly those repeating such nonsense to someone who would’ve really just lost their legs need to ask themselves who they are helping—because I’d bet the ranch they do it to make themselves feel more comfortable when confronted with another’s tragedy. Don’t worry, be happy! Because you’re just simply a dull jackass when you’re not.
Getting canned means you can follow your dream career now. Wearing a mask means you’re saving the elderly and the children, don’t you feel heroic. Just keep pushing the boulder up that mountain, and when it comes back down, do it again. You’ll get used to it, we promise.
You think you know something about life? About pain? About darkness? You who sit comfie on your cushion and traveled India on a trust fund? Did you have to skip a meal one day, oh so sorry, that must’ve been so tough. Do you fast, by choice? Was that divorce difficult? You poor dear, but now you’re so woke, so it was worth it, right?
Spin. Spin. Spin. To all those wanna-be alchemists and magicians chomping at the bit out there, that’s not transmutation, just fyi, that’s sugar-coating. But don’t worry, you’ll eventually figure that out, because as soon as you experience actual, real-life, pain and suffering, those platitudes and fake attitudes will make you nauseated, finally. Or at least I hope.
Let me tell you a smidgeon of actual truth, for every one person who manages to make and sell their lemonade crafted from chaos, there are dozens more who don’t. You’re welcome.
But still, tell the controllers, thank you. Repeat, three times daily ‘Thank you sir, may I have another?’
Follow with seven times ‘Mantra of Slave Class’—A.A.S.S—Adapt, Adopt, Serve, Smile. And Love it! Big smiles!
Until we say, “No Smiles!” About Face. Adopt Mask.
In fact, there’s no easy path for the truly righteous few. You’ve got to get your hands dirty. You’ve got to discard the cushions and rainbows and unicorns and silver linings.
Now, with all that proper bitchiness said, here’s the real rub. I think James True is spot on—This is the Greatest Apocalypse Ever!
More on that in the next far more pleasant post. 😉
