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Jan 05, 2006 16:04

We search for happiness. On that search we fall down, but we pick ourselves back up. A broken heart is one of the hardest things to get over. I think that love is what makes our lives worthwhile, and through loving people we better their lives and they better ours.

Some people hold in their emotions, push the pain down so far in an effort to not feel at all. They close themselves off to other people and feel sorry for themselves. Completely ignoring the good things they do have and acknowledging the good that has happened in their life. I hate how people dwell on the past. They don't think of the ways to make their lives better, they just sit and mope and make no effort for improvement. Expecting someone else to come and fix their life for them. How can someone possibly be happy with someone else if they aren't even happy with themselves? I think it is so sad to see a beautiful person who doesn't recognize all the potential in themselves. Life is meant to be examined and changed, that is, when it needs change. Life is exciting and an adventure; why waste it?

There is a line between sadness and depression. Depression is an illness, a chemical imbalance. Some people say taking medicine means they are weak, that is bullshit. I am not an expert on this, I have never dealt with this personally and sometimes it’s hard for me to understand feelings of hopelessness because I am a naturally optimistic person. But if you've felt miserable for a large portion of your life because you suffer from depression, why wouldn't you want to make it better? I've had a lot of friends and family members who have suffered from it and most say that medication has helped them to feel like their true self, dealing with life in a healthy way.

I am a very compassionate person and when I see other people hurting, I hurt. I want to take on their pain for them so they don’t have to experience it. I feel so lucky for the life that I have. I look at the horrible things other people have gone through, and think to myself why them? I wonder why I’ve gotten to be lucky. Those people aren’t any different than me, why do they have to suffer? I admire the strength and resilience in people. Their ability to come out of tragedy a stronger person. We can’t always be strong, but we can’t just give up on ourselves.

I realize that not all people are religious, but I believe that God gives us strength. Through God, we have beauty in the world and in people. God gives us hope. Through prayer we find answers and peace. When we are hopeless, HE is there.
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