Things have a funny way of working out.
Think back to your earliest memory where you truly thought you’d never get out alive. These tend to be things like when you fell out bed, maybe you were slipping on ice, maybe you were running away from some angry neighbors after breaking a window. You thought you were going to die! Then as you get older the tables turn. Maybe you’re in middle school and facing that awkward boner while reading a speech, maybe your voice is cracking, and you sound like a teenager tuning their trumpet for band class. Maybe you slipped in the hall and tossed your entire binder of papers everywhere. Or that infamous fart or belly growl in class. You felt so embarrassed you thought you were going to die.
Through embarrassment or fear we have faced some truly interesting and fearful scenarios. Look back at those times where you never thought you’d be able to show your face again. Now look at you, your face is all over the place. Things worked out.
Through adulthood the status quo changed a bit. Less on popularity and more on health, expenses and that big scary word “stability”. Sometimes our current lives make that awkward fart or face breakout seem a lot more tolerable than things now. Things worked out then, and they will now.
We have all that one scenario we may or may not talk about where we truly felt there would be no way out. Maybe recently, maybe last week, maybe ages ago. But look here. Look now. Things are working out. Hopelessness is such a damnation. It can be crippling, it can be catastrophic, it can be damn near paralyzing. But there is a trick to it, those first four letters. Hope. The last part is time. Hope is easy, time is a pain. You’ll get there. We only must make it twenty-four hours at a time. One day, twenty-four hours, one thousand four hundred forty minutes.
I know for me I’ve been through the ringer, down and out, counting the seconds and watching the clock. But I’m still here. Still kicking, still going forward. Things worked out. Things usually work out. They may not work out in the favor you had desired, but after they do and the dust settles, you’ll see what happened was for the best.
So, I’m speaking to you who are struggling with financial distress, a crippling breaks up, medical struggles. Things work out, one way or another. Keep your head up. Make it that twenty-four hours. Then do it again. Then again and again. Keep going. Trials have great rewards. Nothing that was easy was ever worth the tale. You never hear inspiring stories of buying a cola in the corner store. But if you were robber at the counter. Well, now that changes the entire story now doesn’t it? Don’t fear your traumas, they define you. Don’t fear your day, seize it! For all you know, your greatest chapter of overcoming immaculate odds against you may be unraveling. Your greatest hour in those twenty-four may be right now. Get through it, boast about it, then teach others how you did. But most importantly, why. Create that hope, teach it, and reflect to remind yourself that you’ve been through bad before, and you most certainly will do so again.
Best regards to you all who are struggling through your chapter, Arro.