S(t)uck

It’s what life is. It’s a series of rooms and who we get stuck in those rooms with adds up to what our lives are.

Is that why life sucks? Because we are stuck in rooms? or because we can’t control who comes and goes in our life?

People say that disappointment, hurt, and rejection only makes one stronger. Is this true? Does a gunshot wound actually make the area on the body that was damaged stronger once it is healed? Then how can an emotional wound do the same thing? Maybe I’m being pessimistic, I don’t know. Why is it, though, that pain and rejection teaches some people to never trust ever again and for others it gives them strength to press on?

I’m reminded of a song by one of my favorite artists. It’s called “Move Along.” There is a line in the chorus that says, “When all you got to keep is strong, move along.” So no matter what, just keep moving? Why not give up? I mean, what is strength, and why is it worth fighting for?

Right now, there is a severe winter storm going on outside. Sleet and freezing rain are pelting the iced-over ground. I had to go outside in it and the pain from the tiny pieces of ice that were blown by the powerful winds made me stop thinking about life. It made me focus on the sharp objects that were pricking my face. And that is all I could think of. Why? Is it because the pain that I was feeling inside my body wasn’t as noticeable as the little shards that were, literally, right in front of me? Does that mean that what’s going on inside isn’t that severe? Or does it mean that I should fight hurt with hurt?

We are stuck in rooms. Therefore, we are given two choices. One, deal with what’s going on in that room right at that moment. Two, blow off what’s going on in hopes that what’s outside is better and that outside is actually achievable. I don’t really know which one is the right way to live. All I know is this:

One day, one room.