It really is all about perspectives. People read the stuff that I write, and they seem to think that it makes their problems, the frustrations that they have to deal with, by some strange measure of cosmic balance, inconsequential.
I’ve had people tell me that I’m braver and stronger than they are. To them, I say “I wish…” It’s entirely situational; I’ve explained, in the amalgamation of all these posts that I’ve put up into the blogosphere, that I am the unfortunate victim of a really lousy set of circumstances. I think we can all agree that this is a universal truth. But with that misfortune came something truly wonderful – I was given the opportunity to change my perspective. My perspectives. On virtually everything.
So while I sit comfortably on the throne that so many have erected for me, I only hope that everyone understands that I never forget that other people have problems too. And those problems are just as real to them as mine are to me. Granted, we are comparative by nature; everyone likes to see how their shit looks under someone else’s flashlight. I’ve reached a point in my life where I can say, with a modicum of certainty, that it’s all brown, it all smells bad, and it all has the same sickening texture that you become familiar with as you try to clean it up – shit is shit, doesn’t matter whose light your looking at it under.
I don’t compare myself to you. That wouldn’t be fair to me, seeing as how the vast majority don’t have problems with their endurance, their vision, their manual dexterity, their mobility, their bowels, etc., etc., ad nauseam (as I’m so fond of saying). My question, therefore, is how is it fair for YOU to compare yourself to ME?
You’re not unfortunately fortunate enough to have the wonderfully broad, if not mildly localized, perspective that I enjoy. Who’s better off, I wonder?
Be fair to yourself…