Today I spoke to someone who gave me bad news and yet raised my spirits.
I can’t say, at this stage, who she is or why I was calling her; but she isn’t a friend and she wasn’t trying to give me good news. In fact, she gave me pretty awful news in some respects.
But then, I’ve been living with the fear of similar such news for quite some time. Everything good that I have touched, tasted, felt or otherwise experienced for the last few months has been tinged – almost poisoned – by this fear.
The woman I spoke to was clearly someone in tune with my thinking for she agreed: “prepare for the worst and then anything else is a bonus.”
That’s just how I think in general. I’ve forever called myself a ‘realist optimist’ because I don’t blindly hope for the best as an optimist but nor do I suffer the depression of the realist. The glass may be half-full with me but I’m not blind to the fact that some of its contents have been spilt; I’m just grateful I still have half of it.
This woman gave me, today, some of the half-glass – just at a time when I was beginning to struggle to see any contents at all. At the same time she was honest enough to tell me more contents will be lost – perhaps much more – but that some definitely will remain. I see blessings in that and my spirits have been raised in knowing that the world isn’t quite as uncertain as I thought it might be.
And that’s enough to see me through – at least for the next few days. But my children and wifey will be coming home soon so I had better sign off. In a still relatively uncertain world I want to lose no time in just being with the people in my life who matter. I can’t spend time with those I love in Bangladesh – we can’t afford to fly there though we’re desperate to be back with our loved ones; I can’t spend time with others around the country who I love dearly and wish so much lived right next door; but I can spend time with my family. That’s my half-full glass; that’s my blessings.