Life is not hard. I don't face the prospect of a cold night in the local park or the sound of nearby bombs. My home isn't flooded or reduced to a pile of sticks by a passing hurricane. I haven't got to worry about anything that isn't relatively easy to handle.
The above snapshot of life as Me hasn't changed much in the last 20 years. But my perception has. It's hard to remember all the things I've stressed over in the course of adulthood or to count the blessings I've seen come and go. There have been some highlights - a couple of them are catalogued at Quantumology.net; Lambda and Invisibles are physics conferences attended (some might say gatecrashed) in 2013. By the following year I was swimming in very different waters, gasping for breath and wondering where the hell 'land' was supposed to be.
Some say time is money. Those who say this tend to spend a lot of focus on finance and 'living the dream'. There's a guy who wanders into work at a distribution centre (warehouse) every day and says on his way by that he's 'living the dream'. The dream is different for everyone, of course, and one man's dream is another man's granted for being taken.
Some say time is a healer. For sure, bodies make themselves better and minds forget pain. Broken hearts mend all by themselves and arguments dissipate into echelons of history. But a cut finger takes a few days while a broken heart takes a few years. The commonality between them is that once the process is complete, what it felt like in the heat of those moments is largely forgotten. Unless you concentrate hard on that fleeting glimpse of past tense and bring to mind the tension of what you went through, which you can do because you went through it first-hand. Try telling the story to someone else, however, and they will remember their own cut finger, not yours. They'll be reliving their own nightmare of a train-wreck, not yours.
Some say time changes everything. So it does, bejesus, and we don't have the faintest idea of what it's going to deliver next. We come out of one scenario and move directly into another. Sometimes we feel the transition, or we do something to actively bring it about. Sometimes we don't realise it's happening until it's happened. But the commonality is, of all these changes, that some element of what preceded it had to happen in order for the progression to come about, and in the glory of hindsight it's very easy to see that whatever it was that really had to happen was not necessarily a matter of our choosing.
Hold on for one more day... hold the dream... see it as if it's already happened...
Or not, as the case may be. Personally, I'm not one for gaining tight control over my destiny. I'm one of those people who leaps in with both feet - sometimes from a great height - and asks questions of herself afterwards.
Whether the leaping was Beautiful Blessing or Magnanimous Mistake is generally a matter of perspective, and I flapped around wildly in that torrent referred to earlier wondering minute by minute which perspective was 'the right one' to take.
During one of these wildly flapping moments I took a trip to the local supermarket. A woman passed me by in the biscuits aisle holding a mobile phone to her ear. "She's not really old enough to be letting go yet," murmured the stranger to whoever was on the other end of the phone. I stopped, as if struck by something akin to divine providence, and said to the bemused passer-by, "I'm 52 and I'm clearly not old enough to be letting go either, so you can tell her age has nothing to do with it."
I will never know what that woman made of that moment, or even if she will remember it.
That doesn't mean to say you have to lose faith. Losing faith is like losing a part of yourself - the part to have faith in is, ultimately, yourself. The quarks you're made of, the electrons that fuel your EM field, the information pouring through you from the solar neutrino factory - these are things to keep faith in, and they'll collectively tell you when something is right. Even when something is right, however, it won't be forever. Nothing is forever. Only the concept of infinity is forever, and that's a blessing, for we all know where to put those parts of ourselves that belong there, and somewhere in our hearts we know we always will.