A Life Without Problems

A Life Without Problems

“The way we see the problem is the problem.”
Stephen R. Covey

Do you want a life without problems? I do. You don’t have to ask me twice. Honestly, I’ve had enough of problems in my life so far. Did you think I’d say no!? Would you? Wouldn’t you love to have a life without problems?

Think about it: problems slow you down, take you off course, cause no end to stress, frustration and conflicts. Problems are the culprit when the tears start to flow, the shouting starts, or the depression settles in. And they come one on the heels of the other. You’ve heard the phrase; “it never rains but it pours.” Problems, people; they were talking about problems.

Yes, I’ve heard the story of the butterfly and the man who helped him out of his cocoon. Bernardo says that problems are a part of life (his words, not mine). I heard him and I understand him but I have to admit that, according to him I have the worst problem of all; I want a life without problems.

Aw, I know the only place where people have no problems is beneath the grass in the graveyard. I know that our struggles make us stronger, smarter and more resourceful. I know there is no end to the creativity we’re capable of in the face of problems. In fact, the problems I’ve faced and observed in others in my life have produced a problem-solving desire in me that became the foundation for my book.

Just for a moment, though, imagine you could snap your fingers and all your problems would disappear, stress included. Doesn’t that sound nice? What do you think? Would you want a life without problems? Who’s with me, if only just for today?

photo credit: Mike Keeling

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About The Author


I am passionate about writing and community building. I’ve written a book about healing and happiness, The Happy Place, as well as a Community Building book, Sounding the Drum: Community Building in the Digital Age, now available at any Amazon store. I’ve been through life changes that I thought were the end of my world, but I’m still here. I never know what will happen next. Isn’t that what makes life interesting?