Troubles and Toleration

We all go through troubles in our life time, however big or small. Sometimes we simply feel that they are just too big to deal with. But in the end we make it…right? Year after year we tell ourselves that life could not bring me anything more troublesome, and we begin to expect better things until SHMACK! Another even more difficult situation.

I thought to myself the other day. How do we seem to make it in life when troubles just seem to get bigger and more worse to deal with. I recently had a difficulty i thought not possible for recovery. Then i thought to myself, well maybe it’s as simple as, we get stronger the more we face more difficult trouble. So in a way we tolerate, conquer and surpass more as time goes by, become stronger as time goes by.

If we so choose it.

It’s like a line graph showing an upward correlation of two parallel lines, being of course Troubles and Tolerance. So as life becomes harder, it seems we learn from the troubles and in return evolve into stronger individuals. It also reminds me of a sound waveform fluctuating. The waveform fluctuates up and down through the air, expanding in both the higher frequencies and lower frequencies. The frequencies here show the ups and downs of life. Putting the two together gives you the notion that although life may fluctuate with good times and bad times; ultimately pulling you into a state of flux; if we so choose to fight it and learn from it, then we can fight the troubles and become stronger and stronger in each battle. And of course as much as we would like to believe, the troubles of life will never end. We must simply get used to it. To tolerate, to be patient and to endure. All words correlating to fight through it.

I guess there are two things i can think of to take from this. One being that choice is at the heart of troubles. Choosing to give up seems to result in a backward plummet until we face a situation of equal peril, until we eventually decide to fight it, inevitably becoming stronger. Making that choice however is the tough part. So many of us choose to give up, or even give up before we’ve even started, but that is where my second point comes in, having faith in ourselves. By seeing that troubles and tolerance go hand-in-hand, we can understand that we are eventually going to make it, if we choose to. And do we want to make it, of course we do; we have dreams and aspirations. We want them and so we know we are going to have to work for them, fight for them and make sacrifices for them. I believe that everyone in the world wants something, dreams about something. Therefore our choice is made. We want to make it through. It’s almost like we subconsciously choose it. To have made that choice so subconsciously means that somewhere in our minds buried deep, is our belief. Believing we can get through it. I think that’s the toughest part, but once you tap into that part of yourself -and it is in all of us- then troubles becomes secondary and is no longer the dominant part of your head or even life. A life will never stop throwing difficulties our way. Ultimately i believe that the harder the difficulties, the more we have to learn. And learn we will. In time.

 

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It Never Rains, But It Soars

Today i woke up with muscle pains all over, but pains that make you feel good you’ve got them. Why would pain be good? Well maybe because physical pain can often be a sign of accomplishment. The accomplishment i am talking about here is a simple cycling journey i did.

I woke up and thought to myself when i looked outside my window, that this day is looking grim and it is probably going to rain, so maybe i should just stay at home. Then for once, i told myself that when is it ever going to be a good time, and the truth is, hardly ever. So i got my things ready, took out my bicycle and gave it a good clean, tweak, greasing and re-pumping. The time was well into 3pm but i was determined. I got completely ready, music to my ears, and set off on my small journey. Journey of choice…Romford. A mere 8 miles away, or approximately 13 kilometres away if you like that sort of thing.

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My journey began pretty well and sun was shining… well… pretty well. Then after a long journey i managed to reach my destination. The fun began when i decided to go back home, which was about 30 minutes after getting there. The rain began to pour down. But i expected it and nothing was going to ruin my ride. The music was complementing the rain pretty well and together it became harmony. After a minor injury and a stormy ride i eventually made it home drenched in salty water. And in the end it felt painfully great. I was determined to do this and i did it knowing it could never really be a right time for it. After all nothing we plan or wish for ever comes at the right time and in the end, we realise that the right time is when we make time.