Yes, mnh. It IS going to get better. Problem (as we all know) is the
timeline. And this, as with every other human being on the planet,
is not merely unknown----but unknowable.
Please don't get too down on your relatives. They are merely in good
cheer because (for now) they have a modest buffer between them and what
I have always called the part of life where clear thinking is not just a good idea,
but a vital necessity. Their lives can be decimated in an instant just as yours
can. Accident, disease, death of a child. No one is immune to these-----and the
billionaire flying over your head in a $30 million Gulfstream is just as haunted
by them as you are.
If they ignored you----it is because they don't want to be reminded of how
fast it ALL can disappear.
By now, people can be forgiven for knowing exactly what hokey pep talk
is likely to emerge from Vales bill....
......but tough sh^&-----here it comes, anyway.
I've been where you are. I know what being hemmed in by sub optimum
choices is like. I've known the despair of being on a track whose probable
outcome was NOT where I wanted to be.
Those times made it possible for me to be where I am today. Were it not
for those times I would probably just be another anonymous wannabe.
Anyone who has ever stared the abyss in the face knows EXACTLY what I'm
talking about-----"It's SHOWDOWN time!"
When you do make it in this world, every Tom, Dick, and Harry wants to
know your "secret to success".......what magic door you knocked on. Which
(secret) butt did you kiss to open the doors.
No secrets. Except maybe one. The place you are NOW. The deal you will
soon make (or not make)...with your very soul. As bad as things seem now,
try adding to that burden by being in a concentration camp.....or Stage IV
cancer.Many people have---and have become stronger for it.
When I was 20 years and one day old I was in a bad place. I looked up and
promised myself (and whomever else was listening on whatever ethereal
plane)---------that I would NOT lower my eyes, or allow myself to become
road kill.
None of that saves you from accidents, heart attacks, or the like. But
who gives a damn about those independent variables?
Everyone dies. BFD.
This is a dance with your soul, not fate. Decide what your life is going
to be, then make it so.
I was never more alive than when my back was against the wall---playing
the (varsity) game of life FOR REAL/FOR KEEPS.
That's not a pep talk from some poultry with a watertight ass. That's life.