In pursuit of our goals, we encounter more obstacles and difficulties to bring us to the brink of despair. Sometimes it even seems as if there were an invisible force that wants exactly that: our failure. Although it is sometimes difficult to believe, but the particular negative event serves our purpose and desire - it is not only instantly recognizable. At least we do not recognize it. Man is accustomed once the bad exercise. Negative shapes are also a lot easier and will remain much longer in the memory as something good or positive. The pain and / or hurt feelings adhere very strongly to our soul. On how many beautiful events and happy moments in childhood can remember an adult? And how many painful experiences? In most of the unpleasant has impressed a lot clearer, but this does not necessarily mean that the person was bound to learn even more suffering.
There are people who say: This is fate, suffering is meaningless and must be endured. But I say, it says the fate of general good to us. Fate is there to bring us closer to our goals and desires - even if it causes us pain and suffering. Sometimes we recognize it immediately, sometimes years later and sometimes never. But the negative events join us and bring us closer to our goals. It's like a unsichbare road of life on we go. It is not always straight but we do not see the curves. Many a times we intuitively draw in the right direction, sometimes we scrape the guardrail along and sometimes we crash against a rock to us rudely and painfully thrown back on the road. But the direction is always the same - to our goal .
I want to make clear my conviction by a personal experience: At 18, I was inexperienced and was influenced by my domineering father. A secondary school could not visit me, I was also forced to learn the profession of the sawmill. A very hard Job with physical labor outdoors in wind and weather - summer and winter. I went with an absolute aversion to work. The 3-year course for me was hell on earth. Then tragedy struck. By a moped accident my spleen was injured so severely that she had to be removed. I almost lost my life because I had already lost about three liters of blood inside. By the operation for months I could not lift anything heavy. I was limited physically strong and have since a fat scar on his stomach. At that time I felt it was unfair. Ironically, I had such a young age to live with this deformity. It was a dramatic turning point in my life and I felt the whole thing as an absolutely negative.
But today, by far, I can really only say the opposite. Only by this accident, I could make my life different. I had to make any military or civilian service and was directly related to the start retraining as an industrial manager. My father had to accept it because the doctors were on my side. Today, I am firmly convinced that fate would help me - even if it was painful for me.
