I am a very lucky guy. I have things to do in my life that not only do I love and enjoy, but they give me wonderful reasons to fight my periods of moodiness, and depression. Don't get me wrong. I do not have severe depression. I am not depressed all the time, or every day. Some days, however, usually late in the day, I have a difficult time feeling good about anything, including myself. Those are usually the days that joining the French Foreign Legion sounds like a good idea. It's on those days, and during those sometimes overwhelming moments, that I know I'm lucky to have my family, my friends, and of course, my little feathered companion, Eddie. Remembering them, helps me remember the responsibility I have to be in their lives. And it reminds me, that despite everything else, this is where I belong.
And so, as sad as I might feel on any given evening, I know tomorrow will always be a new day. And I know, that just one of my good days, will always make up, for all the bad ones.
Like I said. I'm a pretty lucky guy.
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