The Hard Life
When I hear somebody sigh that “Life is hard”, I’m tempted to ask “Compared to what?”
Sydney J Harris
It is easy to succumb to the “poor me” syndrome, I’m no different, I’ve done it. At one point in my life I had several degrees in martyrdom. It can be a very satisfying place to be, not least because the more settled you become the more proof you can accumulate that indeed your life is amongst the most difficult on the planet.
Look around at the “poor me” brigade. How are they getting on? What are they achieving? Precious little usually. And guess what, the less they achieve the more evidence they can point to in order to back up their claim to heroic martyrdom.
Being a martyr is a full time job, it leaves little time to get on with the rest of your life. It leaves practically no time for you to write down your dreams, identify a few goals, let alone put together a plan to achieve them or heavens above actually do something towards achieving them.
Life for pretty much anyone reading this is not hard. It may not be what you wanted, but if you are sitting in front of a working computer connected to the internet I can hazard a guess that you don’t work as a child prostitute, you are unlike to earn a meagre living searching through hazardous rubbish tips on the edge of a South American city nor are you just about surviving as a modern day slave thousands of miles from home with no prospect of ever returning.
One of the most powerful quotes I ever read was:
“Be the change in the world you want to see”
It is just as powerful when re-worded slightly:
“Be the change in your life you want to see”
Talking about change doesn’t make change, you have to act. Talking about how hard done by you are, how everybody else gets the lucky breaks will never lead to change in your life.
Life might not be as cushy as you would like but the only thing you can compare life to is death. I can’t do much about my death, but I can do a whole lot about my life.
In 10 hours the 5th of May 2015 will be over for me. I will never have that day again and I will be 10 hours closer to my death. I can think of thousands of things I would like to do before I die. Complaining about how hard my life is, is not one of them. I don’t have time to waste on such a pointless activity.