They say despair is the absence of hope. You find yourself struggling on the edges of it. Every day’s a battle. It’s waking up every day, facing people, facing the world. It’s facing discouragement, failure. It’s facing your own faults, your shortcomings. It’s sinking in a sea of nothingness, untethered, adrift, lost and being unable to find the will to care. Continue reading “Fighting Depression”
Just yesterday I had this thought in my head, “I don’t understand people. More often than not, I strive, over and over to get a handle on them. And still, all I have are more questions and a whole lot of confusion.”
It sparked an idea for a post but I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go with it, until today’s prompt kindled the spark.
I was browsing through my Reader and saw this Prompt from the Daily Post – Fashionable. I was going to pass it by but thoughts and opinions crowded my head so I decided to go ahead and do it. Warning though, I’m taking the word in more of a literal sense than figurative.
I’m not much of a fashion girl. I’m a die-hard introvert, (INTJ) and I totally go my own way. March along to my own drum. I do admire fashion and some designers but I wear clothes more for comfort than to show how good I look. If my clothes are comfortable, then I’ll automatically feel good.
Nevertheless, I won’t be caught dead in clothes which have an ill fit to my body. I’m a bit rounded lol so I usually wear loose, breezy clothes. I prefer them to tight ones. But I do like tight jeans. So, I guess you could say I wear clothes that fit me well and that I’m a contradiction in motion.
I love t-shirts and jeans best but if the mood strikes, I’ll even venture out and put on a dress haha.
Fashion is such an overused word these days. It’s like people wear fashionable clothes only to show off to others who can’t afford it. What does it mean to be fashionable? Being or in accordance with current social fashions. In that respect, you need lots of moolah to keep abreast of current fashion. And my friend, I’ll tell you right away, that’s a losing battle. Fashion changes as one would change clothes, pun intended. So you can never get to a point where you’ve won.
If people would stop caring what others thought of them and stop doing things to look better instead of actually doing things the right way, the world would be a better place, right?
People care too much about beauty and clothes and impressions on others. It gets exhausting. And that springs forth too many restrictions on others, and how people view the world and others. If people weren’t so obsessed about looks, maybe racism wouldn’t exist. If we didn’t care so much about how we look and how others look, maybe we’d go that extra mile and see the person beneath, instead of the outer skin.
Life isn’t complete without upheavals rocking the boat, preventing a smooth sailing. Mountain sized problems creating chaos, stress, depression and misery. Am I right or am I right?
I’ve found that facing adversity, even when I couldn’t dropkick its ass from here to Nebraska, has made me better as a person. Made me more self-aware of what’s important and how to live my life in a way that gives me not just satisfaction but a sense of contentment.
I’ve also noticed that people who have it easy don’t appreciate what they have. They are so used to things coming to them with little effort, that they believe it’s their exclusive right to do whatever they want, uncaring of whether it’s wrong or right. Do you know people like that? Far too many of them and alas, not enough meteorites.
But I digress. What I wanted to talk about actually was Time. The all-elusive fourth dimension. Time’s never what we want it to be. Why do some things take longer than they should and others shorter, especially happy, fun moments when you want them to last forever?
Time is relative. What does that mean? People’s viewpoints differ and it’s only by comparison that we see how much. When we’re miserable or depressed, a second lasts an hour, a minute lasts a day, an hour lasts an eternity.
When we’re so happy our hearts could burst, an eternity can go by in the blink of an eye. Why is that?
Our emotions, they’re the key. Our own emotions are what give Time power over us. Yes, I admit it, we’re running out of time. We’re born, each of us with an hour-glass with a handful of years to our name. So one day shall we die. If that doesn’t give time power of us, what does?
But how we live? That’s up to us, now, isn’t it?
I should say, how we choose to live. Whether to let our problems and the hurdles life throw at us bring us down and make us miserable, or whether to learn how to change the things we can and accept the things we can’t and make the best of it. It’s a personal choice.
Why is that so hard sometimes?
I’ve heard it said, Time heals all wounds. For some it’s true but I think it all depends on the severity of those wounds. I think what the passage of Time does, is give us clarity. It shows us which ones are lukewarm and we puzzle over how we could have spent so much time worrying about things that didn’t really matter after all.
And which wounds are so severe they leave you scarred for life. Wounds which no amount of time can heal. No matter how much time goes by, it still feels like yesterday. The pain or grief’s still there. We just learn to live with them. The past is its own ball and chain, hooked to your ankle.
Emotions. Hectic as a tornado. Which is better, live with or without them? I guess, if we take the time to think about it, we’re all on the same journey, figuring things out the best we can. Aren’t we?