Perspective

The things that used to bother me 10 years ago are now, at best, a minor inconvenience. That’s the one advantage of getting older. When we suffer through tragic loss, personal failures, and see the suffering around us, we learn not to sweat the small stuff. 

Perspective can be a thing of beauty. We can choose to suffer through the banal, and material inconveniences, or we can choose to count our blessings and focus on what’s critically important. We must learn to keep it real. 

More often than not, I find myself saying — “If this is the worst thing that happens to me today, I will take it every day of the week and twice on Sunday’s.” I wish had this sense of wisdom when I was younger, but life is a culmination of all of our experiences. There is just no way around that reality. Our journey is more important that our destination. How else will we learn, and how else will we grow?