Sometimes, but not every day, I feel grateful for the punches life has already thrown at me.

At least some lessons were already learned. At least I know how to navigate uncertainty. I know nothing is forever, and I am rarely thrown out of balance. Accepting all the punches in apparent apathy. The apathy of the ones who know that, sometimes, there’s nothing else to do, but accept.

That gives me peace and, at the same time, turns me into a cynical cold-heart bitch.
And I don’t do it on purpose, but most people don’t appreciate the life they got. They don’t understand how lucky they are for their stable life, living parents, and solid support system.
So I roll my eyes severely. I cannot avoid it; it’s a reflex by now.

I don’t like to be cynical, though. But can we grow up, pass through a painful life, and not turn out to be cynical? Or is being cynical just part of growing up?

I can choose to be kinder and more empathetic, not take it personally when others are ungrateful, and act like an older grandmother who accepts the entitlement and naivete of the younger with a smile on her face.

But I must confess that it has been challenging to do it without patronizing, making facial expressions, or giving opinions.

So here we are. Reflecting on our behavior to try to do better tomorrow.
Tomorrow.