Life is exciting and thrilling for everyone but us, right? So and so has greener grass, the Joneses have a bigger boat, etc. etc. Isn't that how it sometimes seems? I was startled to discover that one of my philosophic heroes, Ralph Waldo Emerson, also had occasional pity parties. While reading his essay entitled: Experience, I am learning that Emerson wasn't afraid to show a little cynicism, he who is usually very optimistic. About ten pages in, he himself admits that he had "set his heart on honesty in this chapter," apparently not wishing to sugar coat the realities of life and life's experiences.
My favorite passage is this: Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel and hangs on every other sail in the horizon. Our life looks trivial, and we shun to record it."
The true message here, though, is to claim your life, accept it, embrace it, and as Emerson insists, "record it!" Our lives are exactly the perfect proving grounds for us, individually. My trials are mine and I will take them, if God can foresee what I have yet to learn. You enjoy your roses and your green grass and the romance of your ship. I'll take the thorns and the weeds and the tempests that come my way. Because they are building strength of character only yet to be discovered.