Yesterday, I offered our summer house up for free on a Facebook forum, provided the person could come and take it away and make the area safe. Within minutes, it was a bunfight and I was inundated, but I sold it to the first person who said a definite yes (I thought) and DM’d me with all the answers I had requested. Following on, I received a number of unecessary comments from those who felt they should have been the one to get it. It went a bit like this: it was me first, no me, no I said it… you get the idea. They were posting the admin rules and tagging me in and all sorts. They might as well have added a ‘see, told you,’ alongside it.
In the end, I messaged the admin lady, apologised and said can you deal with this or I am going to end up saying something I will regret. Thankfully she did, but there were still comments coming in for the rest of the day. One lady quite rightly said that she would be surprised if I ever went on that forum again, after all it is supposed to be for selling things and I was giving mine away. That was my sentiment too. I couldn’t believe what an ungrateful bunch some of them were and how they had the cheek to call me out over it.
It just reinforces my feeling that we are such a negative race. Why is that? Why can we never look at things in a positive light, be thankful for what we have or what is offered us? It takes a lot to be a positive person. A lot more effort than the opposite. Most people find it easier to moan about everything in their lives, feeling they’ve been dealt a poor hand, telling themselves that everyone else has it better than they do.
Well I’d like to tell those people that it’s not true.
Anyone who thinks like that needs to look further than their own precious little world, open their eyes to what’s around them. They need to see their own lives for what they are and count their blessings.
The most positive people I know are the ones who have suffered a life-changing event. It seems that it takes something so drastic to happen to make us see the real truth and the people who have the least to moan about, moan the most. When something happens that dramatically changes your life, you realise many things: that life is for living, you need to make the most of your time on this earth, that life is too short.
All cliches, all true though.
This week, two people close to me received life-changing news and it’s another reminder to me that I am lucky and that I should keep pressing forward to achieve my dreams because only I can make them happen. It’s why I didn’t react to the Facebook group. What was the point? It’s down to those individuals to get out of the selfish little bubble they are living in and take a good look at their lives.
For me, it’s about moving forward. November saw me complete a full draft of around 55,000 words. It’s the second part of my series that I now see needs one more to complete Sophie and Jake’s story. Drafting is a long way away from being publication ready and I know that, but I have to keep pushing. The drive to succeed comes from balancing my life against that of the people I encountered yesterday and those close to me coming to terms with everything that has happened to them.
It takes strength to overcome adversity, it doesn’t cost anything to be nice to someone and rudeness, for me, is a sign of weakness. Yesterday, I was shaking as the comments unfolded one after the other, but I let them wash over me because I kept reminding myself that they don’t matter. Not when I look at the bigger picture anyway. Not when I think about the pain and sadness around me. It’s not important.
Can you do me a favour? Take a look around and find something that you can feel grateful about, do something nice for someone and make their day, let go of something that’s been bothering you.
I hope that by doing that you can enjoy the feeling it brings.