So I’m sitting here this morning thinking about life. It really is easier to die than to brave life. Life *is* simple, but it’s never easy. My son who’s very smart and brings a daily dose of humor into my life has broken my heart repeatedly each time I had to explain why he can’t ever get a bicycle that he drools over, why he can never know the sensation of skateboarding or roller blading, or know what it’s like to stand up on his own or even clap his hands together. Ultimately he’s created his own happiness by discovering and holding onto the things he *can* do and enjoys.
Still, even in financial times of crisis, trying to avoid his seizures from flooding in for whatever reason, dealing with red tape that keeps him isolated from basic needs being met… we still find time each day to laugh, play and appreciate our time that we do have here.
When I see people needlessly falling into self induced depressions [including myself], I can’t help but want to remind them what precious time is wasting away. Stop wasting moments and start creating them, it really isn’t that difficult.
