Depression is a wicked beast. Chemical imbalance or reality induced the weight of the world becomes unbearable without assistance. I have been there. I am not going in that direction today. However, life does have an habitual way of piling on and making us say poor poor pitiful me. A myriad of legitimate reasons exist causing this immersion in self pity. Sometimes life just sucks. When it does wallow around in it for a bit so when life does turn around and you’re riding high you can fully appreciate how beautiful it is on top. But I digress because we’re still floundering in self sorrow. I try to remember when down in the dumps I don’t have to look far to find someone that really has problems. The thought successfully adjusts my perspective.
As a child my Mom would tell me there were starving children in China when resisting to eat slimy canned asparagus. My young mind immediately began thinking logistics and wondered how much postage would be required. I failed to find the correlation in her plea. Now with a mature eye I guess I could choke them down if starving, but I try my best not to waste precious energy feeling sorry for myself. No one is going to get me out of a funk but me. If real problems put me in this mental disposition I need all of my strength and determination to resolve issues. Life is too short to stay in the basement long. Take the express elevator to the penthouse, you deserve to be there. Thanks for reading. Have a great day! dj