When life hands you lemons, make lemonade. Well, what if life hands you a mother diagnosed with a critical illness, two parents who are out of a job, a sister who doesn’t understand why she needs to do well in school, a lunatic ex-boyfriend, college finals, emotionally unstable friends, and a big heaping bagful of unnecessary stress? If you ask me, that lemonade will probably taste more like moose piss than anything else.
Naturally, when my English professor told me that I would be required to write a blog, I completely froze. What do I know about more than anything else? What can I write about that will never be boring? I could write about my family, I could write about the politics in the world until the cows come home, but the one thing that stood out amongst all others was the opportunity to help someone else. Helping others is one of my favorite past times. And if you have not guessed, the first paragraph of this blog is not some fictional hurricane of disaster that I wrote up to over exaggerate and prove a point. The first paragraph is my life. Crazy right? Like I said ladies and gentlemen, moose piss.Now, I could sit here and type to you (the two people who read this *and that might be pushing it*) and make myself out to seem like a strongly motivated and persistent person. And I could tell you that through these obstacles I've never fallen. However, I refuse to lie to you. Life has thrown me its share of tragedy, as we all have experienced. Life has seemed dark at points, and I've even considered just giving up. Sometimes nothing seems better than laying in your bed all day, unable to welcome the day. But I simply could not do that. I sat down and saw all the bad things that were happening to me and I fell apart. However, sometimes you just need someone to pick up the pieces and put you back together. I've had the honor of having some very helpful and concerned friends who have all (you know who you are) tried to pick me up and dust me off. Without them, who knows where I would be right now. Because of them, my lemonade tastes more like one of those freckled lemonades from Red Robin and less like moose piss.
Life has had its ups and downs for all of us, but one thing that I can say is never give up. When something bad happens to you just look back on a time when things were worse.. it makes the present seem bearable. And if you have not experienced anything as bad as the experience at hand just think, "In the future when I say I've gotten through worse, I'm talking about this right now." Get through it.. even if it involves your finances, your health, your family.. just keep trying. If you fall down and fail to get back up, you make yourself miserable, and everyone else around you miserable.
Now, I know this sounds cliche', and I know you might disregard what I have said, but truly listen to me. I've been told that I am "the poster child for moving forward". And considering all that I have been through, I find this to be somewhat true. I've walked down some pretty destructive paths but I've always managed to keep walking even when it seemed impossible. When I've hit the ground, I crawled. Anything to move forward. At the time, if you're reading this and you've just gone through something horrible. I give you my dearest sympathies. But remember this, my sympathy and the sympathy of others is not what will make you move forward. Only you can keep walking, and only you can break through the darkness.
In place of my usual quote I'm putting a poem in my blog instead. I wrote this poem about 4 months ago and I just thought that it could strengthen my opinion to continue through the hardships that life goes hand in hand with. Without the struggle, the reward would seem meaningless. Allow your heart to fly.
Bound Angel
Eyes reaching towards the sky, he desires one single chance to fly.
His sunken heart beats out of time; he gains no comfort with the passing time.
“Soul, awaken. Rest no more. Allow my paltry heart to soar.”
His lament goes unheard and his wings remain bound. Not a single word anymore. Not a single sound.
Bruised and battered, his heart beats still. Racing, chasing, and longing to be filled.
With heavy eyes, his distinctiveness fades, alone and unheard of, in his own private grave.
He once longed to fly; he brought color to the plain. This world of hate and bitterness broke him down and made it fade.
Have strength; create waves in the sea of commonplace. Greet everyone with open arms and with your dreams keep pace.
-Sarah A. Randles