Authors note: This was orginally published under a different blog title on April 22, 2010. The only edits made are to remove defunct website links from former endeavours. These old blogs will be rerun as part of a Throwback Thursday to unify all my work in one place. I hope you enjoy these.
I wasn’t going to post this today. I had another topic picked out, written and waiting for a peak traffic time to post. I changed my mind after a phone call, the subject matter isn’t relevant to this time and place, suffice to say it set my train of thought on a different path.
That picture is a good representation of how I feel most of the time, chained, wounded, and ready to fight. I identify that with the comic icon of Wolverine, some may know him from the X-Men films. You see he is a character that heals rapidly from wounds and has an aggressive demeanor when attacked. The thing about writing a character with a the ability to heal wounds quickly is that you get to have the shit kicked out of him all the time, more so than any other character. The world at large gets to beat the guy to a pulp everyday and he then can either take it or rage back against the world…you may have guessed by the picture his usual choice.
Now I won’t claim that my life is a horrible thing and I should be pitied or anything. In fact aside from a few regular struggles I live a good life, good friends, family, neighbors, my health kids health, not rolling in cash but I am not worried much about the finances. However life does have a tendency to toss in those fun little curve balls to upset the balance. Sometimes it is an extra ball to juggle, others it is a running chainsaw to add to the balls already in the air.
So life wounds us, chains us and beats us down. Then we all react differently. Some will roll with it and find a way to deal, some will give up, give in and accept it, others will fight back to get what they want, deserve or protect what they have…again by the picture you can guess my stance.
Why give up, there are too many people I would let down and hurt. There are too many things I have left to do. Life has an obstacle for me designed to crush me and my spirit, extinguish my will to live, try and improve…bring it. I will go through that like a Juggernaut.
Why roll with it and let it dictate my life course. It is my life and I control it. Life doesn’t get a say in how I (or you for that matter loyal reader) live. I could flow around the obstacle and like a stream finding a new path after a boulder lands in it’s old comfortable stream bed, but then it is not my choice to be there and go on with this undesired foreign path. Who the hell does this boulder think it is? I am not interested in that new path it doesn’t lead to where I want to go and gives me nothing but hardship anymore than I am interested in getting beat up. It’s just not worth starting from scratch and being miserable for it.
Now that gives us the last option, fight back. In this case to protect something I hold dear. There is no reason to not see the things life puts in our way as anything but a puzzle to be figured out. Thank of the obstacle no so much as a problem but a path to success. Imagine instead it is a giant paper banner across a stadium entrance. Behind it is a football team ready to hit the field. If they stop because it is there and accept it as impassable they have quit before they started. If they walk up to it and figure a way around it they may succeed and get to the field, but they have allowed such a simple thing to derail there first few steps to glory and victory, what happens when the other team makes a point to actively do that instead of just sit passively in their way? That team does what every team does, they walk around the corner, see the banner, let out a primal scream and run strait for it, bursting through to the applause and adulation of the crowd. They may not win every time but they considered that obstacle something to go through to get the chance to win…something they HAD to go through. That is where I sit.
Like Wolverine in the image I may be chained and wounded but my claws are out. I am not going to lay down or walk around, if you want to try further come closer and see how that works for you. I am going to get out, get up and go through what ever life has got. The real question you have to ask yourself now, loyal reader, what do you do? Then ask how you feel about it and if it has worked out the way you want?
You can deal with things in a lot of ways but if you feel chained, beat and low, why not suck it up and attack the problem claws out eyes afire. THAT is how I feel most of the time, beat up, chained, low and ready to go to war with the obstacle. Don’t just sing it, bring it.