We get that way. Life, and everything in the environment becomes about us. Our looks, our weight, our success, our failures, our relationships (or lack thereof), our qualities, and other peoples shortcomings.
And then life comes full circle with its curveballs. My sister’s disease has forced me to look beyond myself. My energy is consumed with her care, and ensuring that her medical, physical and emotional needs are met. Now of this is about me. All of this is about her.
Realizing that the world does not revolve around me, has been empowering — and in a strange way, liberating. I find myself to be more resilient, more compassionate and certainly more tolerant and generous.
Why do we need tragic circumstances in our lives to learn life’s tough lessons? Somehow I wish it was easier. The truth is that this battle has just begun and this cruel game of life will play it self out.