When I was younger, my grandfather used to say, "Life isn't an easy journey. It's not supposed to be or you'd never appreciate all the good."
And he was right.
I've experienced, as most other people have, my share of hard times. Some have been self-induced, others have just been stuff that just comes up. And, no. I didn't always deal with things in the best way.
I, like many others out there, have always been the type of person who pushes away during tough times, rather than to turn to or embrace those who genuinely want to give some sort of support. I guess I just figured that I'd rather go through this situation on my own rather than dragging others into it. I've always just been dealt a hand and I do what I had to do to get through it...alone. But I have come to realize recently that there are certain times where this sort of viewpoint just isn't effective.
For example, when we suffer loss of a loved one or severe health problems, these are times when saying, 'I can do this on my own', just doesn't fly. Can you really deal with losing someone close to you without having an empathetic ear and loving arms to help ease the pain? Can you be so ill you can barely take care of yourself but still insist on taking on the needs of others...alone?
And that was an epiphany for me over these last few months. Don't get me wrong. I'm still a fiercely independent person (some may call this 'stubbornness'). But I realize that in helping myself, and allowing those closest to me to assist with that, is better than being...alone.
Life is never a straight line. There will always be forks, curves, hills or even mountains to deal with. The picture I chose for today's post hits the nail on the head. You see things better after you choose your path at that fork or ride those curves or trudge through those hills and, most importantly, scale that mountain. Things may change, but it is for the greater good.
And the view truly is better.