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i believe that even in the darkest hours of our lives, there is always that little ray of hope, that helps guide us. the thing that defines our character is how we approach that little ray of hope. either we treat it like the appearance of an oasis in the middle of a dry desert or the ever promising guide to a better tomorrow! a better tomorrow is never really set in stone, but good things do come to those who wait. who hope.
i have spent a good part of my life wondering about all the what ifs and whys of my life. i have had through walk through my own personal pits of darkness to find the light at the end of the tunnel. but today i stand on top of a cliff , not looking at the ever horrifying depth that lies beneath but the vast ocean of stars that line the sky signalling the promise that even the darknest nights do hold something beautiful.
hardships in our life are inevitable. but how we deal with those hardships define our character and who we truly are as people. sometimes it feels so difficult to stand through an angry ocean of calamities but we often forget that the deepest darkest oceans hold the most vast treasures. treasures of hope, of success , of happiness , and of love.
most people argue that why do we live if we have to face so much trouble just to get through and make it through the night when the next day is yet another struggle. my argument is always, why not. there are billions of people in the world who live through so much hell and yet they find a reason to smile, to live. the stress is on "find". "finding" is a struggle, it means when there is pain, you look for the good in life. you look for a simple piece of your existence that makes you happy, even if its just for a little while, its something.
When we are handed a hardship we always say "why me" , but we never really look around and actually see that every single person in this world has troubles. no matter how glamourous , how charming , how comfortable their life looks from afar, whenever you step close, you always see the little cracks in the perfect glass house which are only visible on deep inspection. every being that has lived, has had their own world filled with their own kind of imperfections.
than why do we always look at those who from our standards have it better than us? why dont we look at those who have it worse? most people say why shouldnt i look at the better ones, but my argument is always reliant on the fact that in our hand only lies actions, results of our actions are never in our hands. than why not find contentment in our own little house , our own broken car, our own torn clothes rather than feeling contempt for those who we think have it better than us. why not?
