The Jays
07-18-2006, 10:38 PM
I think it is. Life is worth living. I think Bishop Fulton Sheen said that once.
I've been pretty down in the dumps, really down on my luck for a few years. I'm 25, and I had a panic attack a few days ago. I hit bottom. It just felt like nothing could make me happy. I reached a point where I had to realize, I'm too young to be thinking that life is a bowl of shit. So, I'm doing my best to find the good things in life. I feel I spend so much time thinking about how many bad things go wrong in the world, how much life can put blinders on your eyes to all the good that is out there.
Today, just before the thunderstorm came, I sat outside of Wendy's in my car, with my best friend in his car next to me. I listened to the Yankee game, kept the door wide open, and me and him talked about simple goings on in our lives, as well as interjecting with the plays that John Sterling would call on the radio. The wind was cool, much cooler than it had been all day, and it brought that great summer smell. I thought to myself, so much of the time, I'm striving to get everything that I don't have, that I never take the time to enjoy simply being alive, and being content with the things I do have. I had Yankee baseball, I had a car, a good friend to talk to, a cool wind in my face, and food in my belly. I'm really trying to just be content and celebrate the mere fact that I'm here, and that there's always the potential for great things to happen as long as I don't shroud myself in depression, guilt, fear, anxiety.
I just want to take the time, a moment when I can, to say to myself, life is good, isn't life grand?
I've been pretty down in the dumps, really down on my luck for a few years. I'm 25, and I had a panic attack a few days ago. I hit bottom. It just felt like nothing could make me happy. I reached a point where I had to realize, I'm too young to be thinking that life is a bowl of shit. So, I'm doing my best to find the good things in life. I feel I spend so much time thinking about how many bad things go wrong in the world, how much life can put blinders on your eyes to all the good that is out there.
Today, just before the thunderstorm came, I sat outside of Wendy's in my car, with my best friend in his car next to me. I listened to the Yankee game, kept the door wide open, and me and him talked about simple goings on in our lives, as well as interjecting with the plays that John Sterling would call on the radio. The wind was cool, much cooler than it had been all day, and it brought that great summer smell. I thought to myself, so much of the time, I'm striving to get everything that I don't have, that I never take the time to enjoy simply being alive, and being content with the things I do have. I had Yankee baseball, I had a car, a good friend to talk to, a cool wind in my face, and food in my belly. I'm really trying to just be content and celebrate the mere fact that I'm here, and that there's always the potential for great things to happen as long as I don't shroud myself in depression, guilt, fear, anxiety.
I just want to take the time, a moment when I can, to say to myself, life is good, isn't life grand?