According to our friends in the dictionary, a problem is simply any question or matter involving difficulty. The diction laureates also state that "difficulty" is nothing more than a trouble or struggle, and that to "struggle" is merely to resolutely contend with a task.
So, how is it that we, as human creatures orbiting about on this rock, have convinced ourselves that problems are something to avoid? How is it that a "problem" is now served piping hot with a generous helping of stress pilaf and sauteed heartache on the side?
When did we lose touch with all the brilliance that is forged whilst contending with struggle?
Was it all those years we spent in school doing peremptory problems on homework and tests, is that how we lost the distinction between arbitrary problems and real life problems which then caused us to lump them both into the same connotation? Is that why we feel they should be avoided all together?
We have become so mired in searching for a bother-free existence in an attempt to be "realistic" as we approach life that we have successfully evaded anything real. We are chasing a folly. There will always be "problems" but that's... fine. That's totally fine. It's not only fine, it's beautiful.
Smile. Problems mean you're alive.
Outside of proving that you still have energy pulsing through your flesh, keeping you upright in your stride from day to day, there is also a permeating excellence inherit in solving a problem.
Think of the resilience of the human spirit that is gilded during adversity. Be enamored with the idea that we are capable of the tasks at hand. When is the last time you took a moment to revel in the wonder of your own mind? Yes, there may be a problem in front of you, but with that problem you are able to open a cerebral tool box that no other species on earth is capable of. Have you ever made a toast to your deductive reasoning? Or taken your instincts out to lunch for a job well done?
Friends, there is so much joy to be found in solving a "problem."
You know those days when you think...
"My boyfriend never listens. He completely drives me up the wall. I mean, I love him but he makes me crazy!"
Why not take a moment to step back and say: "How fortunate am I? How is it that I am lucky enough to have someone so fused into my life that their very essence can affect me so greatly? What an interesting challenge that poses for me. In a world where so many soldier on unaccompanied, how is it that I have someone that I care for enough to evoke such a cacophonous response within me?
Or those moments when you're verging on a meltdown and think:
"I'm dying at work. I'm doing things that aren't even IN my job description! And for what? There is no direct benefit for this in me. What am I doing here?"
Before you go leaping off the cliff, wait a tick and take a look. You're employed. Something so many in this country pursue. Not only are you employed but you are privileged enough to have a set of tasks that challenge you, that encourage you to utilize your skills, encounter new ones to master along the way, and prove your worth in the scheme of things. Take a moment with your coffee and say "Wow, what providence it is that someone trusts me enough to go above what the job posting said, what a fantastic opportunity to show my superiors what I'm capable of. The paycheck I receive to stay progressive in my chain of goals doesn't hurt either."
Or those times, tumbling through school when you said:
"If I have to write one more paper this week, I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to wrap my computer cord about my neck and swing from an archway in library. What was I thinking?"
Oh, the brilliant mental bloodshed of college. Again, in the melee of midterms, reports, presentations, practicum hours, and your honors thesis take a second, just a second while your pouring over your notes around 3:00am in a Denny's to say: "What a blessing it is to have the opportunity to be educated. Today, I am able to walk into a classroom and learn; something that people literally giving their life to fight for, all I had to do was take a few tests and pay my tuition. What a divine turn of events that, not only do I have the opportunity to get an education, but because of this tool box, I have the mental capacity to relish in this new knowledge and use it to better of my personal sphere.
While this is obviously piggybacking on the "glass half full" philosophy I am not trying to say that we must always be happy. That is also chasing folly. If we keep ourselves locked in a mental continuum of "I MUST BE HAPPY" we will achieve naught but the injection of unnecessary anxiety. We must give ourselves the permission to feel as we feel. Feeling feels as they come is central to the recipe for a healthy soul. The dialogue should read something like "I am as sad as I need to be, and that is fine for now. I will feel what I feel, but I will feel it in stride." By sifting the ingredients through a "How fortunate am I?" filter, you will create a palatable result. You will be able to digest whatever springs forth from life's oven, with little to no heartburn.
After consulting with the chef, I've changed my mind. Hold the rocks, I'll take my heart straight up, please. It's much healthier for the palate.