Sometimes it is so hard to keep things in perspective. I spoke to a friend the other day who's mother is dying of cancer. Just like that. No warnings. Just a sentence handed down by the doctor.
So there I was thinking about me and my hurt pride, bruised heart, when I was reminded that people have real problems. Life and death problems. Now I don't think this will make me feel any less lonely when I wake in the morning with nothing more than a crumpled pillow under my arm, but it does remind me that I am just not that important. That I can and will survive this and I have so many happy times ahead of me. Life is so full of hills and dales of joy and pain that all one can really hope to do is survive and be happy as much as possible. And really, do I have it that bad? No. Of course I don't. I just don't like not getting my way.
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