When life is unfair
Life is a lot of things
Unfair
Unfortunate
Unavoidable
and Undeniably difficult.
Each of these things can be dealt with in multiple ways.
Some more productive than others.
When life turns in one of these directions
it is natural to retreat to a place of Self-Preservation
what some might call self-pity.
It may seem safe but it is a trap,
maybe that is the PIT in pity.
If you stay there,
you will die there.
There is a lot of healing in the catharsis of a good cry,
but if the situation isn't going to change then your approach has to.
Time in this life is finite.
Spending it in unending anger or grief has no value
Life is about choices,
but they aren't always yours.
Life is a reactionary event.
We are all just pinballs
constantly crashing into each other.
There are moments of calm clarity
as we rest on the flippers about to launch.
We have focus, aim, and goals
until something knocks us back off course.
When we crash we must find our way back
Drifting around the playboard serves no use.
Return to the the flippers,
reset,
refocus,
renew,
and repeat.
What will your life score be?
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