Life is full of ups and downs. And sometimes it's everything at once.
This weekend I fasted for 43 hours. It wasn't until the fortieth hour that I actually enjoyed it, experiencing the often associated “fasting high.” I used those few remaining and joyous hours to reshape my goals for the coming weeks, as well as my exercise routine.
Yet things kept going wrong for me this weekend, especially on Saturday. A stopwatch I had just bought quit working and I had to order a battery for it. I was stretching in the morning and pulled a muscle in my neck, which still hurts today. It was cold outside, the coldest day of the year I think, so I didn't dare go walking.
Despite this I battled through, and I meditated on “adversity.” We all face it, but how we deal with it seems to separate us from each other. Adversity can destroy us, but it can also strengthen us, and not just by making us bitter or giving us a “stiff upper lip.” In fact, if adversity has caused us to swallow our feelings, haven't we lost?
But there's always hope to continue, unless we die. This brings me to Whitney Houston, whose life was cut short at the age of forty-eight. She has zero opportunities to right the ship that took on water with her sordid marriage to Bobby Brown. No more opportunities to love someone.
I believe this weekend taught me a lot about myself. I learned to respect and appreciate adversity. Those times when the Cosmos reminds me to enjoy life. Life won't always be.
I hope I can appreciate and respect even more those quiet times when everything goes right, and not fear the inevitable ups and downs.
The Cosmos will remind us of our fragility, but so that we do not take for granted and fail to appreciate our strengths.