How We Tend To Take Everything For Granted

It's not the first time I am writing such a post and maybe not the last time either. Luckily it only happens from time to time as I'm not the complaining type, who only feels good when can make others feel sorry for them. However, from time to time, I like to write these things down and maybe make others aware of how fragile everything in our life is.

Two years ago I wrote a post, called The Struggle, which seemed a freewrite, but in fact it was a real thing. I described a couple of hours of my life, or better yet, my struggle. I wanted to seem a freewrite, so people won't know what I was going through, but my friend @trincowski could see through me and suspected the writing is not fully fiction. Now I can reveal that every word was true, there was no fiction in it. I was struggling to walk five meters even with a walking stick, from the kitchen to the bedroom and made the trip in five minutes, which should have taken a fraction of a minute without any difficulty.

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Walking is a natural thing for most of us and if I am able to walk today, I think I'll be able to walk tomorrow as well, right? Why wouldn't I? Then shit hits the fan and walking becomes both a dream and a struggle. During those hours I was thinking of those, for whom walking is a permanent struggle, or not possible at all. I tried to imagine what life would be for me, if all of a sudden the doctor would tell me I'll never be able to walk again. Are there words to express one's feelings, when given such news? I don't think so.

There's a walking stick hanged on the coat hanger and guests sometimes ask me why the walking stick. I'm always telling them it's for unexpected and unpleasant guests, which they laugh at as it seems like a good joke. Just a few know why the walking stick is there.

Ouch, it still hurts just by looking at the photo.

In October 2014, one night before my trail running competition, I got an inflammation on my right hand, a nasty one, that put me out of my normal routine for a good few days. Such an inflammation needed total rest and running up and down on the hills would have made it worse. I had to make a decision, but after some thinking, not participating seemed the smartest thing to do.

However, this was the easiest decision, what came next was a total nightmare. I'm right handed and not being able to use my right hand for a few days complicated my life a lot, or more precisely, made my life a living hell. Have you ever tried to brush your teeth with your left hand? Or eat and write with your other hand? I could not dress up by myself or go shopping. Obviously I needed help for everything and when I asked for groceries, I was told to write a shopping list. Right! Write a list but how? The only hand left was my left hand and just out of ambition, I started to write my grocery list, which went relatively well (and slowly), till I noticed that 2 was similar to S. So how about you? Can you write with your other hand? If you can, then congrats. If you can't, then think about what would you do if you could not use your right had, or left, if you're left handed.

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What about fresh air? Do you think it is granted for everyone permanently and without restrictions? It should be, but there's not always the case. I've been deprived of fresh air for some time now, because my neighbor is a selfish bastard who doesn't care about anyone. The help of police, fire fighters, ambulance and social services was needed several times over the years, to make him understand he has no right to take away our chance to live a normal and healthy life. Fines finally made him understand he can't do what he wants as there are rules that need to be respected.

Today I am able to open my window and enjoy the fresh air. I am more than happy. But for what? For fresh air? So many people don't even realize they have fresh air every day and it seems normal to them. Air is provided, therefore why thee big fuss, right?

We tend to lose focus in the daily rush and see only the big things and the problems. Some say we don’t truly appreciate what we have until it’s gone and that is very true. In each case all I wanted was to be healthy and get back what I lost. Today I am able to walk, can use my hand and have fresh air as well, so I'm happy. It may looks stupid but once you've experienced the lack of them, you will understand what I mean.

They also say happiness is a state of mind and not a place on earth, which is my favorite saying and I truly believe it's true.

They also say

“Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.”
―Charles R. Swindoll source

I didn't want to mention recent events that have restricted us from living life to the fullest, nor the danger next door, that took the life of so many and displaced even more, changing their lives forever. Do you know what those people are doing? They are thinking back to when their life has still been the old one, thinking about what they've lost.

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