In kindergarten in the 50s, we didn’t learn much. It was just a classroom with different sections of toys. It was fairly easy for me to adjust to that new environment. We only had to request permission to go to another toy area. One day I asked the teacher if I could play with the blocks. Normally, she was very polite and accommodating, replying, ” Yes, you may. On this particular day, she slammed down her pen and said, “No, you may not!” I was crushed. I thought I did something wrong. I know it had a lasting impact on me because I remember it so clearly. The 5-year-old me couldn’t comprehend that she was probably having a bad day. Maybe her husband left her, she was diagnosed with cancer, or her dad was dying. Who knows?
What can you do? It’s the world we live in. Suffering regularly gets passed on to others. Sometimes we learn and grow from it; sometimes it has lasting negative effects. Some failure and suffering are healthy and even necessary for a good life, but too much can permanently ruin a life. You are lucky if you get a balance.