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It is what it is.

 


It is what it is. Shit happens and then you die, but what matters is how you live your live in between. Sometimes shit hurts, sometimes we lose people, sometimes we can smile about the small things in life.

It hurts to lose friends, break up with your significant other or coming to terms with things you thought you’d never have to deal with. In some ways what’s most painful is that it’s inevitable; it’s part of growing pains. Eventually we all learn to live without the people we thought we could never live without. We meet new people who make up for the pain we once felt. I try and find lessons in everything that happens to me because as I've learnt in this life, I can't come and kill myself for things I can't change.

I know sometimes nature just naturally runs its course and you grow out of doing certain things and or people and eventually God will put new things and new people in place of the past, but it doesn’t mean it’s any less painful or difficult to move on from. I think everything happens for a reason and I personally believe God doesn’t make mistakes and everyone and everything He puts into your life is on purpose. Everyone who enters your life is meant to be there even if it’s not forever.

Occasionally, we are blinded by the character of others. We put them on such a pedestal that sometimes we can’t look past the red flags, and that’s okay. If anything, the bad things that we think we can never heal from and or never escape are the things which enhance us in more ways than one. That girl who rejected you led you to meet your soulmate. That job you didn’t get led you to secure the bag alert with a better opportunity. That university you didn’t get into led you to meet friends for life.

The premise of this blog post is to remind you that although shit can get real mfk’in tight, God wouldn’t put you through something he didn’t think you could handle. Sometimes we don’t see the lessons that come out of the things we wanted and didn’t get but eventually it all adds up.

 

 

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