What doesn’t kill you gives you something to write about.
That’s how I’m looking at it anyway.
And, at almost sixty years old, trust me when I tell you I have a lot of source material.
I know that the struggles in life are supposed to make us stronger. Sometimes they just hold us down.
What I also know is that we’re all broken people we all have baggage.
Our pastor spoke Sunday about the wounded healer.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53:5 (NKJV)
Your faith tradition, or lack thereof, may vary.
But while we are most certainly the sum of our past and of our challenges, we don’t have to be stuck with them.
I note that across town Firehouse Theatre recently produced Edward Albee’s A Home at the Zoo.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to make the production and I need to become more familiar with Albee’s work. But I note that Albee said:
If you have no wounds, how do you know if you’re alive.
My wounds and stories are going into the novels. Or the short stories.
In that sense, the writing is therapeutic.
Granted, I’d like it to be a little (or a lot) more profitable.
Along the way, I’ll try to remember that the people stepping on my last nerve have wounds and struggles of their own.
Life brings us many things.
Above all, it goes on.