If there’s one thing that’s evident from my years developing grey hair is that there’s no personal growth without pain.
Whether it’s physical or psychological, no one escapes from this world without some rain and pain, even if it looks like they do.
That bad stuff doesn’t have to define us. It’s our response to the trials and tribulations of life that defines us.
Here’s the real question: what do we do when we’re deeply wounded?
We can either rise to the occasion or be consumed with anger, bitterness or envy. It’s our choice.
I can think of a number of people I know who have been handed challenges and inspire me tremendously with how they keep moving forward with positive, affirming attitudes.
I can also think of a few who seem to always get stuck in the muck.
When I saw this quote, I loved it, because I, too, bloomed from a painful wound or two. Maybe even more. And at this age, I can see clearly how that pain forged me into the person I am today.
The beauty of being this age is the perspective it affords us. That perspective is the amalgamation, the fusion, the interaction of all of our life experiences, good and bad.
I find the view from here fascinating.