When I was a little girl, I always admired my dad for how big and strong he was. It wasn’t until he started tumbling down the three stairs coming from our kitchen that I realized this big, strong, tough guy that raised me can fall… and he can fall hard.
We knew almost instantly that he broke/sprained something. He was in a lot of pain and he thought he had heard something pop. It was a bummer, because in those few seconds of normalcy, everything changed and we had to deal with an unexpected issue.
After a couple of excruciatingly slow days for my dad, we found out he had indeed broken his leg. His graceful demeanor was forced to hobble around in a cast for a couple of months. This meant no more traveling for work, no more outdoor activities that he loves and no more walking up and down the stairs like a normal person.
My dad could have made the worst out of the situation. He could have complained, groaned, filled himself with the “woe is me” mindset. But he didn’t. Every time we discussed his situation, whether it was the fact that he had to scooter around everywhere and crawl up and down the stairs (which was pretty funny to watch), all he would say was, “It could have been a lot worse.”
I’ve sat on this story for about a month now, pondering why I kept coming back to that statement. Wondering why I was analyzing his positivity so much.
I’m here to tell you I have found the significance in that.
There is not enough of that mindset in this world. It’s crazy to me because our perspectives are constantly being challenged by the next world crisis or local tragedy, yet we keep returning to this idea that the world is aiming to crush us. And let’s be honest, we all do this. We feel sad for a couple days about things we see on the news until it’s a painful memory and our own intentions end up blinding us again and again and again.
The world is a rough place. I’d like to say I’ve led a very privileged life, and society has still tried to chew me up and spit me out. I am constantly being put to the test, morals questioned, patience put through its paces and passions pulled every which way. That combination can be overwhelming when something goes wrong.
We are not going to be perfect every time, but we must try and remember that as long as we are breathing, thinking, working hard, it could always be worse. This is so important. Life isn’t meant to be easy. You’re not supposed to glide through it and learn lessons through the easy stuff. You’re not always going to like it; it’s not always going to be fun. Decisions you have to make are not always going to feel good.
Working through the hardships means you are surviving. You are fighting for your spot on this earth. The “woe is me” mindset should never overpower your will to keep fighting for your positivity. It should never overpower your will to keep fighting for a sense of control over your own life. There are too many bad, sickening, heartbreaking things in this world to make us so worried about our own personal agendas.
If something doesn’t feel right, ditch it. If something upsets you, confront it. If something scares you, face it. Life is too short and too precious to put that stuff on hold, and the longer you sit and feel bad for yourself the more time you waste not being thankful.
I want to be more like my dad. A man who can fall down 3 stairs and become super inconvenienced for months yet still have the ability to count his blessings. It’s never a wasted day if you are working hard towards the life you wish to live, and keeping a healthy mindset about the curveballs.