So, I’m chatting to someone today, and they hit me with this gem:
“How come we have so much sh*t going on in our lives?”
And honestly, it stopped me in my tracks. Because… why? Why do some people seem to glide through life like swans on a lake, while the rest of us are paddling like mad under the water, trying not to drown?
Here’s what I’ve figured out (and no, it’s not because Mercury’s in retrograde or the universe hates us… although, at times, I’m not ruling that out).
Life Is Not a Straight Road…
If you think life is a motorway, I hate to break it to you, it’s an Irish back road. Full of potholes, blind bends, and the occasional tractor crawling along at 10km/h just when you think you’re making progress.
Contrast Is Everything…
If life were all sunshine and rainbows, we’d never appreciate the good bits. The storms make the calm feel like magic, an annoying truth, but there it is.
Sometimes It’s the Soil We’re Planted In…
Family drama? Social pressures? That one brother who thinks that they’re the landlord of your soul? Yeah… some of us were born into a field full of nettles. No wonder we come out stung.
Growth Hurts (and It’s Supposed To)…
Here’s the kicker: most of the stuff that makes us strong? It comes gift-wrapped in discomfort. Pain pushes change, even when we want to run screaming from it.
So maybe the better question isn’t “Why us?” but “What the hell are we going to do with it?” Sit in the muck forever, or plant something that grows?
What do you think?
Should we all compare notes on how we deal with the chaos? Or just open a bottle and laugh at the madness?
Mae 🧡
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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