i seem to have caught a cold. yet i am glad.
i am glad because: it’s a part of life and therefore it means i am alive, for one. (and not because it gives me an excuse to sit in bed and read books all day. no.) but mostly it’s that, without sickness, can we really appreciate being in good health? experiencing bouts of feeling not so good and the relief from being restored is a comparison that, if it didn’t happen, would there be less shine in being healthy? we already take life too much for granted. we’re not safe.
the bad things are what help us be grateful for the mundane. don’t you wish for your boring life back when in the middle of a troubling situation? everything has its purpose. so why not be thankful for it all – not just the good things?
(and like diamonds in the dirt, the mundane is what, by comparison, lets the extraordinary shine all the brighter. don’t the poor value wealth more than the rich do? wealth in wealth is a drop in a great lake; wealth in poverty is a cup of water in a desert.)
i know from experience that pain in life isn’t a dead end, or pointless, or even a bad thing. intrinsically, it’s bad; but it has a purpose. it’s just like physical injuries: you hurt, then your body repairs itself. it might feel like being nearer to death, but life comes in parts, one has to end before the next begins – sometimes they die quietly and peacefully, other times not so much.
i’m not saying being sick is enjoyable or a cause for joy, exactly. it’s just that life is more than the present moment, even if the present is all we have.