And The Winner Of The Sad Sack Award Goes To…

We all know someone that has it worse than we do. They
carry around mental and maybe physical scars that they use to try to impress us
with. Whatever terrible story from your childhood you bring to the table, they
have experienced something way worse and carry that sadness like a badge of
honor. It’s one thing to own your scars, it’s another thing to constantly draw
them like an insecure sword and gain attention through pity.  Congrats. You win. I’m not even going to
watch the race, let alone allow myself to enter.

Stop.

Fueling your fragile ego with the attention you get
through the pity of others is no way to move forward in life. I have had
several unfortunate events happen in my life and it would be easy for me to
allow others to look upon me with sadness or treat me as a wounded person.
Giving up and demanding special treatment from others because you took a few
lumps in life is shameful.  You are
better than that. 

 I never want people to look upon me with pity or sadness.
I don’t want to be known as the “sad sack” in the room or have people
feel the need to tip toe around me or filter what they say because they fear
they might set me off and hurt my feelings. Your wounds are your wounds. My
wounds are my wounds. We should not have to carry any additional burden for the
other person. Sure, be mindful and don’t be an asshole, but don’t change who
you are when you are around me. I’ll do the same around you.

 Use your wounds to fuel you. 

I believe I have lived a blessed life. Regardless of what
short straws I may have drawn over the years (or those drawn for me), I have
fought and climbed to not allow those events to scar me or change me for the
worse. If you’re handed a bag of shit in life, burn it. Use the fuel from it to
grow, move forward and improve your situation and the situations of others. Fertilizer
is made from shit. Fertilizer helps plants. 
If it’s good enough for the earth, it’s good enough for you, right? 

I’m not suggesting you bury your feelings or suppress
them to the point where you become a walking time bomb. Just don’t walk around
begging for attention because of your scars. Doing that will only make you a
magnet for more pain.  The more baggage
you allow yourself to carry, the more you will be expected and cursed to carry.
Make peace with your baggage. Examine it from all angles and look for ways to
make yourself better because of it.  

 Also, you will never win the sad sack race. Someone will
always be sadder and more pathetic than you.

 #Tryharder

chasemradio

Radio Imagineer and host. Texan, Blogger, Author, Father of 2 awesome kids, husband to Christal and driver of a 1965 Chevy truck. Author of Pull The Trigger and #Tryharder.

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