I had a blog entry for today. To say I put blood, sweat and tears into it would be hyperbole, but I put a fair amount of effort into it. Then I tried to be really clever and rename/resave it (basically do something that is clearly technically beyond me). Naturally, Murphy's Law kicked in. I lost it. 800 words. Vanished. Like Jah Rule’s career, never to be recovered
Sidebar: I love Macs, but like a bad (but good looking) boyfriend, they mistreat you, and then come through at random moments. And like the silly woman I can be, I judge my Mac by her random moments, rather than her general poor performance. So I keep hanging on. Steve Jobs, I'm not your friend.
First I thought
‘What am I going to do now…? I can’t rewrite all that’
And as I speculated about how I could recreate the blog entry, my mind wandered. And I began to think about when things don't go to plan.
I think we've all experienced it. No matter how flawlessly we strategise or how hard we work, sometimes things don't fall into place in the way we hoped.
It may be getting a degree classification lower than expected.
Being made redundant.
Being dropped from your record company.
A sudden sickness.
The death of a loved one.
A relation/friendship crumbling.
A deal falling through at the last minute.
When things we planned down to the millisecond, are suddenly thrown into disarray by some unforeseen event, it's difficult to recover. The natural human response is to ask the question ‘Why me? Especially when we juxtaposition our disappointment, with the seemingly perfect lives of ‘bad people’. However, I guess we have to invert the question and ask ‘Why not me?” Are any of us so righteous we deserve to be spared from the disappointments that come with living? The reality is no.
And that’s where it becomes really hard. The painful realisation that disappointment is inevitable and contrary to what our parents taught us, bad things happen to good people. It breeds cynics and is the reason why many dreams are deferred. When things don’t go to plan, we have the right to wallow in self-pity. But being in a permanent state of self-pity never gave anyone options. When things don’t go to plan, the outcome of the situation is not defined by the scale of the tragedy, but pivots on the response of the afflicted individual.
It sounds cliché but the choice is ours.
One day we have to decide to choose not to be defeated.
To get up and go.
To stare boldly in the face of our seemingly unconquerable problem and decide it will not determine the trajectory of our lives.
We have to dig deep and pull through.
I guess this blog entry will seem like big talk coming from a twenty-two year old "What problems have you had Christiana?" And I guess you would be valid in saying that in comparison to millions, starving and going through real problems, I have lived a life of bliss. However, please don't allow my youth to detract from the general lesson.
In order to win, one day we all have to decide ….
Today I will fight. And I will keep on fighting until I emerge from this abyss
My experiences in the last six months have taught me, uttering and living such a statement, is what defines those that are considered great. Greatness isn’t about money, accolades or fame. True greatness is displayed by people who demonstrate the ability to persist when things don’t go to plan.
And when we finally emerge from the tunnel and are enveloped by the light at the end of it, suddenly, things not going to plan, all seems part of the plan.
P.S The image for today's entry is of the surfer Bethany Hamilton who has a truly inspiring story. If you get a chance, I'd urge you all to read up on her!