The past few days have been quite hectic for me. So much has happened with family. I've had a few questions about my health. I felt the need to apologize to a bunch of people, whom I abruptly stopped speaking to a few months back (when I discovered that trying to better myself was more important than not breaking y own vicious cycle). It truly feels like one thing after another, and it is. It has been one thing after another for a long time now. Some good, some bad.
Tonight, I've been flipping the channels between game 6 of the LA Kings/Chicago Blackhawks game, which the Blackhawks won, and the Dodgers' game. After hanging up with my girlfriend on FaceTime, I turned the volume on the television up just a tad and began giving the baseball game more of my attention. It was down to the last out, bottom of the 5th inning, with the Dodgers at bat, when they showed a young African American woman in the stands. She clapped her hands and smiled, looking out to the field with hope in her eyes. Her hands stayed together as the camera panned out, then back to the player at bat. For whatever odd reason, this struck me as inspiration.
She was a very pretty young woman, maybe in her late teens, very early twenties. She had a button down Dodger shirt on. She was very much into the game, you could tell. No other worries plagued her face, the only one was for the hitter to make some magic. It got me thinking..... what's her story? What is she going through in life? Is she struggling? Is this her prime? Does she had worries? Is she troubled? Or is she happy? Does she have all of her dreams, or is she working towards them? So many questions just from seeing ONE person in a crowd of THOUSANDS.
We all have things we are going through. Sadly, some people play the "my life is worse" card, which doesn't give others a chance to help the world see that we all have equal feelings. My life is not perfect by any means. I probably have more fear than 2 chihuahuas combined, but I make it through. Somehow, some way, I always make it through. My life is no worse than the person before or after me. My life, my troubles in life, are my own. Either the hand I was dealt, or the situations I've gotten myself into, they are not much worse than a good portion of others. It's not the worst, it's not the best, it just is. And I know now that if you want something to get better, you have to really want it. If you want something positive, you have to be and see positive. Otherwise, it will be pain, misery, and suffering. And who really wants that? I don't!
I know it's easier to be miserable, especially when misery loves company. But there is only so much a person can take before they self-destruct. And let's face it, everybody self-destructs at some point, in some way, shape, or form. It's not healthy. It's easier to deal with things on a calm, cool level. It's better to face a situation and say "What can I do to make this better?", rather than just go into something with a defeated attitude. There's always a choice, and I choose optimism. I choose positivism. I choose to be alive, to thrive on good things and try to help others see that good! I believe in the greater good, I know it's out there somewhere. And you can bet your behinds that I won't stop or slow down until I find it!
Alright, folks. Until next time! I am off to finish watching this baseball game, then get caught up in fandom shows, which will tangle my feels like ear bud wires. Oh, the torture is so sweet!
-Mars-
