A problem? There’s a problem with our world, you say? I cannot help but to agree less. Our world has no single problem. Our world is full of problems. Everyone who does something vile causes a new problem, and that problem in turn can initiate its own set of problems. Problems are the source of thousands of businesses. Plumbers, technicians, firemen, and police all exist because of problems. Problems make the world go ’round.
Problem is the name applied to millions of items: animals, devices, weather, and yes, even people. “He’s such a problem.” “Why is that a problem?” “Do you have to cause so many problems?”
Problems are the sources of our engagement in conversation. “What’s your problem?” “Can I help you (with your problem)?” “You too?”
Problems exist because problems are needed. Problems cannot be gotten rid of; problems are inherent to our society. A world without problems is a world with nothing. In our universe, nothing is perfect, and perfection is sham.
Without problems, we would have nothing to which we could aspire. Without problems, success would be meaningless. Without problems, we could not chase perfection. Until we are are in a perfect place, our problems bring us the motivation to be try, to chase, to excel.
Problems are a fact. You don’t have a problem, you are surrounded by them. They exist to make us better. Problems are given to us so that we can find our limits, hone our strengths, and sharpen our skills.
Sometimes our problems turn out to be helps. Sometimes the things we trust turn out to hurt us, but until we cannot be hurt, our hurts serve to help us grow. Until we reach a final state, we have choices–endless choices. One choice stands out above all.
How do we treat our problems?
This is the question that will guide your life. This is the question that will incalculably influence your character. Do you acknowledge your problems? Do you ignore them? Do you shrink from them or try to tackle them on your own? This is the basis upon which you must build your life. Decide to deal with problems with an attitude of grace, and the graciousness in your troubles will be amplified in your joy.
You don’t have a problem; you have many. You can’t run from your problems; they are everywhere. You can learn to accept them; you can grow from them, and eventually, they will kill you, but in your death, will others learn from you? Will the solutions you formed in your life serve to aid others? Will the problems others face be made easier by the problems you overcame in your own life?
Learn to accept your problems; learn to embrace them, and in the end, learn to defeat them or die trying.
Remember, you don’t have a problem–everyone does.
The term “short” is a fairly relative term; for example, I am somewhere in the neighborhood of 6’2″, so I’m usually not considered short. However, one of my best friends is 6’6″. When I stand next to him, I appear to be quite lacking in the area of vertical stature. This letter, however, is generally intended for those men who have not reached the height of 5’5″ or so and for those of the female genre who remain below the height of 5′.
I’ve often wondered what it’s like to be so short. Do you enjoy looking up to most people in the world? My mother is one of those ladies who has never been able to boast of a vertical advantage over anyone 5′ tall. She seems generally contented with life, so I have ruled out too severe of a psychological impact effected by her height; indeed, most people of a shorter nature tend to be rather jovial and, dare I make the comparison, gnomishly happy!
I have considered my own reaction had I been placed in a body lacking in overall longitude, and I have determined that the result would not be altogether negative. First of all, I would try out for the position of a racing jockey. I don’t know much about horses, but I’m sure I can learn. Secondly, I wouldn’t mind being able to walk through a store without being asked to get things from a top shelf. Third, I’ve often wondered what it’s like to sit in a car and not worry about having enough leg room. It must be convenient to be “travel-sized.”
Being short can’t be all that terrible of a thing; after all, many people seem to be quite happy, even though they can comfortably walk under my outstretched arms. Don’t dismay; think of all of the lovely advantages you have over taller people! You don’t have to worry about leg room, your back will probably hold out longer, you don’t have to stand in the back for group photos, you get to stand on cool little boxes when you’re behind a podium, you can easily fit into more compressed spaces, you might get mistaken for a young child every now and then, but hey! I can’t say I’ve ever had that honor! Anyhow…
What is the point of this letter, you may ask? Well, I have decided that though I shall continue to jest and make fun of those shorter than I, I will think no less of you as a person. Being short is not a choice, and for that I will not judge.
Disclaimer: I actually really like short people. They’re awesome. No short people were harmed (physically) in the making of this post. If you’re short, I think you’re awesome.