I'm always amazed at our personal strength of character.
Take Sheena who has her shit full recently with a retrenchment and her boyfriend unexpectedly passing away – both at the same time. That would take heaps of resilience, I can only imagine.
The thing with these things is you don't die, even though you really, really want to at the beginning. Anything traumatic that we see through to the other side, we somehow come out feistier. Where at one minute we thought we were going to die of heartbreak, or grief or even anxiety.
We're tough creatures, and we really shouldn't doubt ourselves. Ever. I think that's the lesson here.
There's not much we can't survive (barring the obvious like being chowed by a shark, or other grievous bodily harm, or frontal lobotomies, or wearing Crocs and getting shot by the fashion police at close range.) We don't give ourselves enough credit. We're the species running the shit in this world, aren't we? We made nuclear warfare, Google, divorce and poverty, right? We're the one's running our own universes. Life's going to be the School of Hard Knocks every now and then.
But we also need encouragement from time to time.
The things that have given me grey hairs and extra wrinkles (new wrinkles=2, grey hairs=one so far, but just dyed my hair so will check again in three months), haven't killed me.
Sure, I wonder what type of creature I have turned into as a result of my bad experiences, but no one comes out of something big untainted. At least to some degree. We're jaded, and that's why we're strong, frankly. Only humans truly love in the world, so we all really do cause our own chaos. Animals are fickle, they don't stay with one partner more than 5 seconds than they need to.
Loves takes bravado, and it can harden your soul. It's never easy; but it's still the thing that matters the most.
Speaking of which, Mr 747 is back from Bangkok. I've really missed him. Poor dude is jetlagged to death, but it's good to have him back.