Dear Navdeep ji,
It's all attitude. You can see a hurdle as something barring your way or you can see it as something to overcome. It's not always easy though.
When things went completely wrong in my life, I had a sort of temper tantrum that lasted for 20 years.
I had the perfect life. An adoring physician husband. A saintly and very strong son. A pretty little farm outside Montreal. A huge, loving family in the city. On April 9, 1984, we celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary. We had dreams of a long, happy life ahead of us. Then we went on an extended trip to India.
I will not retell the whole story here. My son and husband were killed in the Delhi Pogrom/Genocide, I was badly injured and our dream life lay in ashes - literally - around us. After my body had recovered in Montreal and my surviving family pulled themselves together, I ran away to the United States.
Some of you know all that. Now I get to the time I don't talk about. In April 1986, I decided I had had enough. I went to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. I was of a divided mind what to do. In the end, I didn't jump off. What I did was much worse. I took my kirpan and chopped off what had been my kesh. I made a neat package of hair and kangha and kara and kirpan all tied up in my kechera bound with my gatra. I through them over the rim with a curse to Guru Gobind Singh.
Then I spent 20 years in hell. I smoked. I drank alcohol. I took drugs. I wandered in and out of lives and jobs and, somewhere in the midst of this, made a bizarre marriage, landed in a mental hospital in Alaska and ended up with a loyal but alcoholic husband in Seattle. There I cleaned up and - to shorten the story - realised how much I missed the Sangat and Guru ji. I came back.
Both the Sangat and Guru ji welcomed me back heartily, arms open wide. .
Happy ending, eh? Not exactly. Shortly thereafter, exactly 20 years to the day after my explosion in the Grand Canyon, I had a fatal stroke. Twice fatal actually. Obviously, I was revived, the left side of my body paralysed and useless, my Punjabi completely gone and me left with the choice of lying in bed useless and pathetic or to fight back like a returned (aspiring) Khalsa. With Guru's kirpa, I have fought back. My left side still is weak and has little feeling, but I can walk and talk and type pretty well one-handed.
As you can see, I did not react well to some of the hurdles in my life. I made just about every mistake - no, not mistake, I did it all on purpose - that anyone could make. Somewhere along the line I learned something, though. Guru ji is very kind and loving and always willing to take us back. I am handling this most recent hurdle pretty well.
Life is choices. We cannot always choose the circumstances we find ourselves in, but we can choose our attitude. You can choose a 20 year temper tantrum or you can adopt an attitude of chardi kala. It's all up to you.