The fir tree has no choice about start-
ing its life in the crack of a rock.....
What (nourishment) it finds is often
meager, and above the ground appears
a twisted trunk, grown in irregular
spurts, marred by dead and broken
branches, and bent far to one side by
the battering winds. Yet at the top....
some twigs hold their green needles
year after year, giving proof that -
misshapen, imperfect, scarred - the
tree lives.
-- Harriet Arrow
We often wish we had been born into better circumstances or blame our parents for our problems. Like the fir tree we could say "If only I had taken sprout in a fertile meadow, life would be easier." "If only I had a better life as a boy..." "If only I didn't have my particular hardships..."
By accepting the facts of our own lives, we mature into feelings of joy and pleasure alongside our griefs. Every man has to struggle with his own unique set of circumstances, even if they are not fair. Fairness is not an issue. Reality is what we have to deal with.
I will accept life on its own terms and rejoice in it.
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