Lately I've noticed that a lot of crappy things happen to really good people. I don't really understand that. People ask me all the time. "Why do I have to suffer?" "I lived a good life." Usually I don't have any kind of answer. Just a selfish thought sometimes that I'm glad it's not me.
I'm beginning to think that there is a reason. Everybody gets to have problems. Some worse than others. I just watched a 46 year old man with a beautiful wife and 5 kids die of throat cancer. He was scared but in the end he made his peace with it and was ok.
Maybe what matters the most is not the challenge. Maybe it is the way you deal with it. Life is a canvas and God hands you the paintbrush. When it's all done what kind of picture will it be?
You can slap the paint on and take the easy road. That never appealed to me. Maybe what matters most is the climb, not the destination.