We want instant lunch, instant cure, instant miracles, instant salary, instant success – instant everything. This instant civilization, we have obsessed with, has made us grow a tad too impatient in virtually everything about life. And, of course, that doesn’t serve us so well.

Life is like a rugby ball. You never know where it bounces next.

Going through life is trudging through the possibility of pain and bliss, of hurt and mirth, of thrills and chills.

Take life a little more gladly, Every disappointment a little more lightly, Every heartache a little more positively, And you have a little more days to live.

And sometimes I do freak out. Sometimes I get offended. I feel anxious, but it’s okay, because it usually goes away.

Pain changes people for better or for worse. It can change a fledging, naive person to a strong, courageous person or on the other end of the spectrum, sadly however, a devout and pious Christian to a smoking meathead.

We want instant lunch, instant cure, instant miracles, instant salary, instant success— instant everything. This instant civilization, we have obsessed with, has made us grow a tad too impatient in virtually everything about life. And, of course, that doesn’t serve us so well.

I know the struggles. I know the pain. I know the life because I live it too.

Something of greater import, I think, is to say I’m blessed in infinitely many ways. But sometimes I just don’t see it.

Life is not so bad after all when you can breathe.