We all are full of contradictions. We all have an immense core of strength deep within us if we believe in ourselves. The power to overcome tragedies, grief, losses, disappointments, pain, war, and physical limitations.
Many of us rise above all when we are forced to fight. May it be a fight for health, a fight for survival, or just the simple wish to find some kind of normality. A roof over our head, a car to drive, food to eat, a save place to sleep.
In times of desperate need, our wishes become rather small but very essential. Being down to earth comes naturally when you have hit rock bottom. Not much is needed to feel joy anymore.
I remember a poster on the colorful classroom wall that said “Your attitude determines your altitude.” When we lost almost everything we had, it made me remember that poster of decades ago. The idea is that its not what happens to you but how you react to the situation.
In fact in life you mostly cannot control what happens to you -some of it is a result of nature and nurture-but you have 100% full control of how react to it.
I’m not wise enough to know if everything happens for a reason or not but I have learned that in everything there is meaning. The meaning is what you interpret it to be for you. Those that do not see meaning in life are often those that think of life as either unfair or even boring.
Maybe I was given more than one life in just one lifetime? Perhaps I have nine lives in me, like a cat and I will die many small death in many forms before I actually will disappear from this earth for good?
Perhaps I was given the greatest gift of all, and I was privileged to live, learn and grow through extreme circumstances.
In the midst of losing it all, I found myself.
In my opinion, there is no one-fits-all meaning of life, instead, we all have to find our own meaning.
Having a sense of meaning and a true purpose in life is like having a compass inside. As long as every choice, big or small, points in the direction of your North Star, you will never be lost in life.
I will continue writing “Losing it all -Part 4” this week and what is next to come will not always make me look good. All is allowed in love and war, and in the fight for survival, I suppose.
Now so many years later, while looking back and writing about it for the first time, I consider myself blessed. What did I ever do to deserve such a wonderful life with so many facets?