Mortality...or Mentality?

I've lived a lot of life in my short amount of years as a human being.  I've done a lot of wrong, and a lot of wrong has been done to me.  I've laughed, and I've cried and everything in between---saying that I've had a colorful existence is putting things mildly, actually.  In some aspects of my life I have failed horribly; and I've been blessed with many successes in my days as well.  I can honestly say that my life has been nothing short of eventful, to say the least.  

When we are faced with our own mortality, we tend to take an inventory of the events leading up to the exact moment when we are forced to finally accept that life does not---will not---last forever.  We ask those burning questions and try to make personal amends with ourselves so that we can slip out of our earthly vessels and leave our legacy behind.  Sometimes the answers to those questions become rhetorical---as if we already know the answer, but we keep spinning it and spinning it until we can feel better about the reasons why we've asked those questions in the first place.  Just like when you ask the same question to many people---eventually, you are going to get the answer you are looking for, simply because you have finally found a sympathetic adviser.

They say the true character of a person is revealed when they are at their lowest; how they choose to deal with adversity will give you insight of what they are truly made of.  I'd like to think that those who have been through hell and back, and who keep being bombarded with hurdles to jump over, brick walls to break through, and dump trucks full of shit that are dumped onto them deserve to wallow in the bad news that they are given.  At least for a little while, anyway.  No amount of little blue pills can drag someone out of the depression of knowing that their time on the earth is going to come to an end sooner than they had anticipated...though they can be a good time all the same...

Strength is a mental exercise...it is a mind set.  It is something that cannot be obtained by flexing a muscle and it cannot be given as a gift by someone else.  It lies within each of us.   It's a mental thing.  You have to want to make it through the storm.  You have to need something to believe in.  You can only activate it if it is there in the first place---but how does it get there in the first place?  Good question, hmm?  Someone has to care to show you that you have it, that you can do it, that they are not alone.  Strength comes from faith---comes from self worth.  Comes from a heart that is not bitter, not regretful, not vengeful.  

I have much to work on.

Don't bother with the veggies, folks---it makes not one damned bit of difference in the grand scheme of things.