Life’s been a bitch?
April 13, 2011 3 Comments
Like most people, I never seem to get ahead in life.
I try to work several jobs, but every time I manage to put a few bucks in the bank, something breaks down or breaks apart — the bathroom floor, the TV — and I end up spending it. Also, I struggle to stay healthy but I always keep catching every virus that comes along. I try to escape from the pressures of life with alcohol, but it just makes it worse when they wear off.
Well, life is difficult.
No one could have said it better than M. Scott Peck in The Road Less Traveled: “This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths. It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is difficult — once we truly understand and accept it — then life is no longer difficult. Because once it is accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters.“
Almost always, I just resign myself to this fact, following Peck’s advice.
And today is such a day… until a friend tagged me in her Facebook note — a wonderful story. I am sharing it with all of you here, so that you may look upon your struggles with hope and promise. Thanks Joanne for sharing this to me today…
The Benefits of Struggling
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress.
It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily.
But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.
It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us.
We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
And we could never fly.