There have been many periods of difficulty in my life where I was required to undergo extended trials, or a series of challenges. As these trials drew towards easier times I often thought that I had seen the worst and that I deserved not to have to go through it again. I used to think that having endured such, I was exempt from having to experience anything so difficult again.
Sometime during the past few years I discovered a sneaking suspicion that I'm not likely to get away with less trials in the future because of what I have endured in my youth. Trials can help us grow, if we let them, and I prefer to let them because I found they end faster if I try to learn their lesson. Lessons generally lead to more lessons. Line upon line: Where the Wild Things Are comes before Pride and Prejudice. Precept on precept: mastering algebra prepares us for calculus. Surely abstract lessons such as gaining patience and faith, developing time management skills, or accepting humility qualify us to receive a higher (and more difficult) level of lessons in the future. I don't particularly like to think about it. But I know that once the lessons (and the accompanying trials) are over I will be a better, deeper, wiser person and that seems pretty cool to me.