I wrote Monday's post because it's the truth.
I sought neither sympathy nor sorrow, both of which can be addictive.
Sometimes life sucks.
How's that for a former philosophy major?
One of the things I dislike about social media is the false narratives. Life is always great, meals are the best, children are perfect. (Note: Actually, my kid is perfect -- so shut up.)
The reality of course is that life includes successes and difficulties, quiet moments of peace and histrionic moments of despair. And I had grown concerned I was not always being truthful. I don't care if this blog has no readers -- I do care that I remain pinned to truth.
Buddha understood this 2,500 years ago when he determined that suffering lies not with tragedy thrust upon us but our own reaction -- want. We want a perfect life and it hurts when reality intrudes, time and again. There will be death, there will be tragedy. Worse, the Green Bay Packers will lose.
So part of healing is understanding that bad happens and accepting that, staying mindful through the painful times and staying mindful through the positives.
I can't really consider myself as a Buddhist, as I don't believe in karma and reincarnation. But the rationalist in me likes the idea of an inward change versus expecting that everything will be awesome.
Thank you, friends, for reaching out.
I'll be OK.
But I'll also be truthful.
And hopefully, there will come a day soon dedicated to one giving thanks.
Peace and truth unto you my brothers and sisters.