We're all more or less cut from the same cloth. The only difference between men (and between our better selves and definitely our lesser selves) is what we do when things look bleak. Do we succumb to the bleakness and spiral further into it? Or do we pull ourselves together and fight through it, finishing the story on our own terms?
It's not always a clear choice. You can have a "bad decade".
One thing I've learnt is to go towards what scares you rather than away from it.
To put it another another way, there is more pain in avoidance than in action.
To put it yet another way, when you come to a fork in the road, take the side that will grow your nads.
There's a lot to be thankful for; every day is a gift. I was deep in prayer yesterday. Actually what happened was this, I started reading that book that someone recommended, and between that, and everything going on in the world generally, I felt I needed some serious spiritual communing.
So I went out to my favourite spot. And then ran a couple of errands, including one at a little craft shop in town that I love which was playing soft Christmas music. And what deep and powerful answer I felt washing over me? That this is absolutely not a time for bitterness, there is too much of that in the world now. We have a job, to combat hatred and bitterness and injustice with Joy.
I'm thankful that every year the amusement never gets old, when I ask myself, "why are they talking about Thanksgiving, that was a month ago."
To round off an amazing year, complete with a lot of fighting, faith and lessons, I have to finish an academic article coupled with a working Artificial Intelligence project, prepare for a certification test and an upcoming decisive contest. This is what I wanted and this is what I got. Is it a lot of work? You bet. Is it necessary? Rhetoric. I wouldn't have it any other way and I'm thoroughly thankful that I get to fight the good fight.