Bonfires and Bluejeans

Randoms from my spot next to the fire

My view of life…in a nutshell

     I’m a realist; in my world that means the glass has water in it.  Not half full or half empty.  I was raised with the best saying ever: It is what it is.  I owe my my views of life, as well as that gem of a life lesson, to my dad.  Cause both my dad and that saying have got me through some pretty tricky situations.  When faced with the tough times in my life, I’m the type of person who looks at it head on, and looks at the information and possibilities from a realistic approach.  If the “experts” say this or that about an expected outcome, well then, who the heck am I to jack with their expertise?  

     Not to say I don’t have faith, or hope, or that I don’t see miracles happen everyday, because I do.  You’d have to be dead, or pretty pessimistic, to miss out on some of life’s greatest blessings, both obvious and the hidden ones.  But on the other hand, I’m also not one to rush into a challenging situation thinking that alls well in the world either.  I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been hurt one too many times, or burned at the starting line, or if it’s a personality thing, but, like my pops always says, it is what it is.  I’ve learned to roll with it.  

     The problem with my outlook on life is that not all the people in my world seem to share my “it is what it is” philosophy of life.  Well, except my dad.  But that’s because he’s awesome.  I know that some might look at me and think I have no faith in God to do His thing, which is so far from the truth.  I just have to prepare myself that things might not work out like I would love for them too.  I do have the hope they will work out just fine.  I just tend to hope for the best, prepare for the worst.  Whether that’s wrong or right, neither I, or anyone else for that matter, really can have a say so on the matter.  I’m happy for all the extra positive people out in the world, but hurt for them when things don’t work out for them like they think it should.  When their world crashes because God doesn’t work the way they want Him to, it’s tough sitting back watching the extra anger and pain it causes them.  I’m extra happy for the naysayers when things go extra great for them, but feel frustrated when their day to day lives are lived in a haze of self imposed gloom.  I tend to fall somewhere in the middle, probably leaning a bit more on the negative side.  Which might be a surprise to some, but it’s a struggle sometimes that I really take serious to stay above the “glass is half empty” trains of thought.  

     Where is all of this stemming from, you may be wondering?  Well, I got some news (realistic news at that) about mom’s health, relayed to me by her (a perpetual optimist) since she is about to begin her radiation treatments.  She was upset because the doctor was talking about the reality of her disease and time spans and such, and in the back of my mind, all through the conversation, I was seriously thinking about all that I have read about this particular type of breast cancer…and it has been a TON since I have spent many, many hours reading and learning everything I can about the research and numbers and reality.  Wow.  How much more can you be a realist than THAT?  Going over the numbers of survival after chemo, this type of radiation, when to do scans…all of this stuff is rolling through my mind.  She’s trying to be positive about how she’s going to be the one to beat the odds…I’m thinking about percentages of this chemo versus that…

     We are extreme opposites as far as outlooks go I guess…sometimes I think she, deep down maybe, thinks I might have doubts about what God can do.  I think she sometimes doesn’t want to face reality.  But that is the great thing about family; you love them even though they may not be just like you, or share the same views or ideals.  I know I can only speak for myself when I say that my biggest issue with all of this is that I don’t want to put God in a box and say He will do a miracle that will by xyz…and if His plan is to do ABC, me become angry and bitter because it isn’t what I wanted.  And I miss out on the ultimate blessings in His plan for my life because I couldn’t see past my own discouragement and hurt.  That, in a nutshell, is probably why I am more into reality than anything else.  In the end, regardless of any issue and the outcome of any problem, I have to realize that God is in control.  He is the ultimate realist. 

     The following poem has been such a comfort to me, especially recently.  I’ve read it many, many times and it never fails to put things back into perspective for me.  Regardless of where my glass is filled to at the moment, it helps me to get back to the basic reality that cancer sucks, but it can never ever take away the the essence of the person it effects.

 

What Cancer Cannot Do

Submitted by: constancelynn
Author: Unknown
Cancer is so limited…
It cannot cripple love.
It cannot shatter hope.
It cannot corrode faith.
It cannot eat away peace.
It cannot destroy confidence.
It cannot kill friendship.
It cannot shut out memories.
It cannot silence courage.
It cannot reduce eternal life.
It cannot quench the Spirit.
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