It Could Be Worse
“It could be worse”
Those were the words a woman said to me as she exited the elevator. We were talking about work but it lead me to think about how often we apply that phrase to parts of life.
Is that really a good outlook?
Well, I lost my arm up to my elbow, but at least I have my shoulder.
It could be worse.
It was a rape not a murder.
It could be worse.
I lost my dad, but my mom is still alive.
It could be worse.
I feel like that way of thinking parades itself as positivity when in reality it is pessimism because if the only thing that makes you treasure your current situation is fear of a worse situation that is not growth.
It’s just fear.