I was thinking to myself last night, about nothing in particular—just stuff; the kind of stuff that most people think about all the time. When my thoughts started to degenerate to thoughts about how I wish this thing were that way, or that thing were another way, I started thinking about a book that I picked up earlier in the day, Life Laid Bare: The Survivors in Rwanda Speak.
Life Laid Bare offers personal accounts of fourteen survivors of the Rwandan genocide of 1994 in which 10,000 Tutsis seeking refuge in churches were slaughtered by machete-wielding Hutus. Thinking about what it must have been like to survive such horror and wondering about what it would take to pull yourself together after living through something like that and to somehow try to move on, made me feel a little bit better equipped to deal with my own apparent reality.
The truth is—each of us really is much stronger than we likely give ourselves credit for.
Imagine for a moment some incredible thing that you have survived. Now imagine if you had known in advance exactly what you would have to go through. Consider that, knowing now what you didn’t know then, you might have decided that you didn’t have what it takes to endure. But you did, and we do—endure.
Our capacity for survival and our ability to thrive as a result is far greater than our ability to imagine.
Last night as I was thinking about nothing in particular and as I noticed my thoughts starting to degenerate, I was reminded of the unthinkable. I tried to consider for a moment what it must be like to survive genocide and then to try and move on.
I ended up inspired about the resilience of the human spirit. I ended up feeling encouraged about my own personal strength.