Pressure turns coal into diamonds, is that it?
Well, that’s a physical fact, MacGyver.
It can also crush it to dust.
-- MacGyver, Hell Week, S3 Ep 9, 11/23/1987
I've lived a charmed life. An American, middle-class life. My kids are well-educated, there's food in my cabinet, and heat & a/c in my residence. I've never had to bury a sibling or child; I have only been hospitalized one night since as far back as I can remember. And I grew up a whiz kid.
I've had it easy.
Then why...why...why does life seem so difficult? Why do the #firstworldproblems I face (and, even the serious ones - like the times my only vehicle had a major mechanical problem, or the stresses involved with the move earlier this year) make me turn turtle, look for a quiet spot in the woods miles away from anyone...
In my moments of honesty I realize that I am weak. Untested.
It's not that I fear apocalypse, or ruin, or loss.
It's that I know that...or maybe I don't know...