Musings of a Microbiologist

Random thoughts in my head at this second - - Why is it only someone else's misfortunes that make you realize how lucky you are? Why is someone else's pain the most effective balm for your own? Isn't it strange when someone's pain moves you to tears and then THEY end up comforting you? I had no shoes and complained , till I met a man with no feet.... Random rant -- Big shoutout to *YOU* - you spoilt overgrown brat, if you had ANY sensitivity or speck of compassion in you, you wouldn't be shooting off your mouth the way you do. The day the fates decide to teach you a lesson, the sh*t will hit the fan, and I sure as hell won't want to be around for that!

Its like I was drowning..and  someone pulled me up to the surface...Not everyone is given a second chance...very  few are even given a first..I am grateful for my new lease on life..my second chance...I'm scared, but a good kind of scared..I'm apprehensive, yet grateful...  Apprehension that stems from being thrown into something new and having to deal with it all by yourself..but the good part comes in when you see that you are able to deal with it..that you DO have the intellect you believed you did...that the person who told you you were useless was wrong, and you were right... Gratitude that comes from knowing that you dodged a bullet..that it could have been much worse..gratitude from knowing that there are people standing by you..Strength for me comes from mom and dad, their faith in me has never wavered, and for that I will be forever grateful. My rocks are my girls...they've picked me up before I fell, and held onto to me till they knew I wouldn't any

They say the inability to accept loss is a form of insanity, its probably true. But sometimes, its the only way to stay alive. Yes, this is a line from a TV show. Yes, it is a show that some deem frivolous. No, that doesn't make it any less relevant, any less striking. Loss...Why is it then that we find it so hard to accept? What is it that leaves so many of us in denial for so long? Loss of a loved one, of a relationship, of a job, of a friendship..at what point do these people and things weave themselves into our lives so intricately, that when it comes apart, it seems like our life has unraveled.I'm not talking about any gut-wrenching pain, or that place where your pillow is drenched in your tears, or that feeling where it seems like someone has ripped a hole in your body and you feel empty..No, its more like...there's a whole mess of crap lying around you, and you're picking up your feet to wade through it, and at some point you just give up and sit down in th