It really takes just a glimpse into
someone elseís life to see how inane some of your own
I just watched the movie Frida, detailing
the real life of Kahlo from the first traumatic scene to the
last. This poor girl had a deformed leg due to polio at age
six, broke her spine, ribs, shoulders, and uterus in a
trolley accident when an iron handrail pieced her right
through the stomach, married a cheating Diego Rivera who
slept with her own sister, and died after months of pain in
All this and a true story! Some people
just had it worse. Way worse.
But despite the life outside of her
control, she still managed such a strong spirit, living,
painting, laughing. After each hit, she bounced back,
sometimes higher and stronger than before.
You can almost feel her resilience
through the movie. Itís so strong that nothing could break
Then I thought, wow, if I were put into
her position, I would surely kill myself. No, Iím serious.
Crippled, in pain physically and emotionally, disease
sticking to her like fruit flies, there is nothing to live
And I thought I had it bad.
Ha. Now thinking about my own petty
problems and those of my friends, what a joke. None of us
has experienced pain to that degree. Excess schoolwork, boy
troubles, family fights, and shopping dilemmas? They donít
even scratch the surface.
Frida made me take a new perspective on
life. She showed me that no matter how strong the pain, the
human will is exponentially so. No matter how tough life
gets, so many others have lived it through.
And at the end of the crappy day, just
when Iím about to complain, I think of Frida. And then I
step outside myself and laugh.
What a great life I have!