In life, everyone is assigned a cross to bear. The only question then is how big that cross will be and how and when it will manifest. Some crosses are puny and constructed of toothpicks, others are intermediate in size and fashioned from 2X4 lumber, and the largest crosses are carved crudely from towering, rough-hewn oak trees. What is the greatest factor that will determine which of the aforementioned crosses will be assigned to you personally? Typically fate. That’s right, fate is ordinarily the greatest determinant of the size and nature of the cross you will arbitrarily be assigned to carry upon your back throughout your life on Earth. Unfair as facial acne, I know, but I’m simply speaking the truth here. One would like to think that inherent altruism, good will toward others, and philanthropy would play a much larger role in this seminal equation, but sadly and unfortunately they don’t. The forces of fate preponderantly decide the level of difficulty for the life you are asked to live, and at that point it is entirely up to you as an individual to “man up”, accept this kismet in whatever mood you decide upon, and subsequently soldier forward with the remainder of your life. Bitching a lot and crying a river will not change your life’s trajectory one iota, but a mindset of total acceptance followed by a grim, steadfast determination to fashion the very best life out of what you have been offered by the forces of destiny WILL undeniably lead to a happier—if not frankly happy—outcome for you.
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