why me?

"Why me?" You ask yourself the moment something happens.You dont like it and you push it away."This is terrible, why did it have to happen?" You wonder. And then it all hits you,as if you've realized some deep truth:"its because of who I am".

So you begin to judge yourself compare yourself."I want to change" you think. And with each thought you degrade yourself more. "Weak", "worthless", and all the other labels you so harshly put onto your soul cover you and keep the sunlight away. Yet all this flows from a source of misunderstanding.It's initially not bad what happened, regardless of your preferences.

Natural events in life can be explained but moral judgments upon them are imposed. We give it a significance it does not have. "This does not matter!" Is what you should shout, rather you cry and weep. What's happened is done, live with it, thrive with it, can you? "Why me?" You ask? Well, why not? And what's even wrong with it, really?

You lost a leg? You lost an object? You lost a loved one? You missed an opportunity? Are any of these your birthright? Can anyone ever not lose any of these? You expect to live without anything in the world changing!? How odd. How unusual and unnatural.

Life is change. All things are in mutual interdependent flow. Be here, be now. Life is ever happening, and you can either smile with it, or cry...