When The Rug Gets Pulled out From Under You
Ever feel that life just loves to screw you over?
Or that it just has your number?
Everything just goes wrong and you don't know what you did to deserve it? You treat people the way you want to be treated. You are kind, thoughtful, and patient. Thinking Karma has got your back. So what did you do to get tossed to the wind?
Honestly, I don't know.
Is it a test of character? How long will she hold before she cracks. Will she stand this gale we throw at her?
Are you being tested for an even greater trial to come, or perhaps a test to see how well you work and operate under pressure? The outcome depends on the reward to come?
I really don't know.
This week, month and year have been that way.
All I know is I have to continue being kind. Speaking words of kindness and compassion to those who thwart me. Face everything with a smile.Because if I let them wear me down I can not continue. I can not continue finding the little joys. I love Joy.
So I will smile with every slap.
Continue to laugh as the tears slip down my face.
Get back up when the rug is pulled out from underneath me.
Because I refuse for the world to get me down. I will continue to find the light and joy in every storm that comes my way.
Or that it just has your number?
Everything just goes wrong and you don't know what you did to deserve it? You treat people the way you want to be treated. You are kind, thoughtful, and patient. Thinking Karma has got your back. So what did you do to get tossed to the wind?
Honestly, I don't know.
Is it a test of character? How long will she hold before she cracks. Will she stand this gale we throw at her?
Are you being tested for an even greater trial to come, or perhaps a test to see how well you work and operate under pressure? The outcome depends on the reward to come?
I really don't know.
This week, month and year have been that way.
All I know is I have to continue being kind. Speaking words of kindness and compassion to those who thwart me. Face everything with a smile.Because if I let them wear me down I can not continue. I can not continue finding the little joys. I love Joy.
So I will smile with every slap.
Continue to laugh as the tears slip down my face.
Get back up when the rug is pulled out from underneath me.
Because I refuse for the world to get me down. I will continue to find the light and joy in every storm that comes my way.
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