I’ve been told there are two types of people: problem causers and problem solvers. We can talk about the third type later.
Perhaps being a problem solver means recognizing what real problems are. And having the strength to squash the fake ones. Maybe it means accepting that real problems will always exist. There’s pain. There’s poverty, illness, helplessness, homelessness, devastation, natural disaster, events that leave us powerless, suns that explode and destroy solar systems. Yeah. How do we even begin to fix that?
Perhaps through acceptance. Through taking a birds-eye view.
And when we are fortunate enough to have the option to change a situation, the utter refusal to stand powerless goes a long way.
Suddenly, our intense need for affirmation from others gets jettisoned into perspective. We see the bigger mountains, and realize that our molehill sucks. We are so going to squash our molehill.
And in so doing, we can be our own solution.
And once we have dismantled our own molehills, we can be a solution for others as well. We can be problem solvers. We can solve real, mountainous problems. We rock.
Our perspective enables us to be thankful for what we have. Because no matter how little we have, we always have something.
We can spend our valuable time on what matters . . .
We can stop doubting ourselves. . .
We can love with intention . . .
We can stop worrying about worrying . . .
We can cleanse ourselves of our most powerful toxin: fear.
We can heal ourselves of our addictions.
And in so doing, we will have the clarity to see what truly matters in life: giving love, empathy, and compassion to those who need it, and to those who may not really deserve it. We can help each other, because we will no longer be consumed by the molehill problems we used to lock inside of ourselves.
We have integrity; we find comfort in our integrity, because we can trust ourselves to make the right choices.
We can live a simple life, realize our needs are simple, and fulfill those needs gracefully. We can make badass maple walnut chia seed pudding, because that shit’s delicious. And it’s simple.
And squash some molehills while you’re at it.