So the story goes there was a boy whose father died when he was younger, his mother got remarried some years later, primarily to provide some level of stability for him and his younger sister. Thing is his step dad was a complete asshole and a total nightmare. He use to beat him up, his little sister too. When he did it while the mom was there he did as a discipline thing but when she wasn't there he made a sport out of it. It went on through his teens almost daily. Not only would he beat them but he told them they wouldn't be shit. They wouldn't amount to anything ( you know the classic self deprecating b.s. that people who hate themselves try and project onto everyone close to them).
Thing is the boy used it though, as fuel that it is. He studied even harder, worked more hours and got motivated daily by the fact that his abusive no good step dad was telling him he wouldn't amount to anything. Sadly a few years later the boys mother died. As he stood at the funeral he couldn't cry. He was unshaken. He was sad but pretty much emotionless. He went home and him and his sister endured a few more years of abuse till he moved him and her out of the house. He finished school got a great job, beautiful house nice car, money etc most of what the modern society would classify as a good life. Few years later the step dad died and out of respect for his mother he went to the funeral. As soon as he got there he started crying, loudly uncontrollably. He couldn't stop, it went on through the funeral. No one could make any sense of it. Everyone there was looking at him and wondering why he was crying for this man who they all knew was not good to him and that he despised. Even he failed to understand his own sorrow. He should have felt anything other than this complete sadness that he was gripping him.
Well turns out what happened was over the years he had taken the abuse and used it as motivation. He had used the step fathers abuse as friction for him to move forward. He had used everything that the step father had said he would never be as the force that propelled him to become it. The problem was that he didn't have that anymore. His life ironically had lost meaning in the absence of the very thing that threatened it to never have it and he felt empty.
The moral of the story is that we must be extremely careful in finding what motivates us in life. Negativity from people or situations in life should not and does not ever have to be what drives us. The problem with using negatives to drive us is when the positives occur we need more negatives to move further. Being sad is not necessarily a balancing force for being happy but instead just an absence of happiness. So get happy and become happy because you are happy.
Thing is the boy used it though, as fuel that it is. He studied even harder, worked more hours and got motivated daily by the fact that his abusive no good step dad was telling him he wouldn't amount to anything. Sadly a few years later the boys mother died. As he stood at the funeral he couldn't cry. He was unshaken. He was sad but pretty much emotionless. He went home and him and his sister endured a few more years of abuse till he moved him and her out of the house. He finished school got a great job, beautiful house nice car, money etc most of what the modern society would classify as a good life. Few years later the step dad died and out of respect for his mother he went to the funeral. As soon as he got there he started crying, loudly uncontrollably. He couldn't stop, it went on through the funeral. No one could make any sense of it. Everyone there was looking at him and wondering why he was crying for this man who they all knew was not good to him and that he despised. Even he failed to understand his own sorrow. He should have felt anything other than this complete sadness that he was gripping him.
Well turns out what happened was over the years he had taken the abuse and used it as motivation. He had used the step fathers abuse as friction for him to move forward. He had used everything that the step father had said he would never be as the force that propelled him to become it. The problem was that he didn't have that anymore. His life ironically had lost meaning in the absence of the very thing that threatened it to never have it and he felt empty.
The moral of the story is that we must be extremely careful in finding what motivates us in life. Negativity from people or situations in life should not and does not ever have to be what drives us. The problem with using negatives to drive us is when the positives occur we need more negatives to move further. Being sad is not necessarily a balancing force for being happy but instead just an absence of happiness. So get happy and become happy because you are happy.
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