I didn’t do anything wrong, but things went wrong because of me. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I became the wrong one for someone who left the right one for me, or rather who messed up a good thing with the right one by doing the wrong thing with me – and the right one left him.
Today’s lesson is that life is not fair.
One of my best friends once said to me, “When I was in my twenties, I was afraid to live. Now that I’m in my thirties, I’m afraid to die.”
On Sunday, I ran my first ever marathon. How did it go? That is not an easy question to answer. There are two answers: horrible and great. How can you have two contradictory answers to the same question that are both true? Well, I think these two answers also both work for the question: How is life? Life is great and life is horrible. Isn’t it Buddha who said “life is suffering”? But it doesn’t make you not want to live life. The secret is that beyond the suffering there is joy and there is also joy in suffering.
A thousand apologies were given. Just one was needed. That one would never come. That one had to come from a place of selflessness, a place never visited by the selfish.