Have you ever heard someone referring to an unfortunate event with the saying “it’s the story of my life?” This phrase seems to fit only the hardships and I don’t recall anyone ever using it while something positive has happened to them. It’s quite the opposite, and it’s always referring to something negative, to something bad that is filled with emotions and pain. It’s a bad thing that has happened frequently and sometimes it’s used in a humorous context, even though we brace ourselves and have come to believe that we attract these circumstances. That pain and darkness is ours but luck and good fortune is not. We use “the story of my life” to lament the fact that a particular misfortune is about to happen, or has happened already. It’s about something you have experienced many times, something you know all too well.
On the contrary nobody has ever shouted from the rooftop of how lucky and blessed they are, or have they? I wonder if this would be deemed as acceptable behavior or would we think that the poor soul must have gone bonkers! Would we shake our head in disbelief or would we feel jealous and envious, secretly wishing that we could the same? Or would it fuel the gossip mill and give us something to talk about, unable to relate and therefore easily deemed as foreign behavior? Could we celebrate and be happy with that person, the one that is different from us and would our compassion meter have enough to share with another besides ourselves?
With certainty it is not the norm to hear someone proclaim such a statement and maybe it is an invitation for us to count our blessings and DO shout it from the rooftop or wherever else with gusto and every inch of our being. Maybe it is an opportunity to commit and try it for ourselves. What we’ve been programmed to assume when someone uses this phrase is someone soaking wet, caught in a heavy downpour at the worst possible timing, as if one thing has lead to another, in defeat, and because “when it rains it pours.”
What about if we looked at “the story of our life” through a different lens! How would you describe the story of your life? What would it entail? What have you come to expect when it comes to your own chapters? Is pain a big part of the story?