sometimes i wonder
i am growing
depressed…(though, to console myself i “think” it’s just realism on an upswing) i “like” to believe as “a believer” my stance/attitude remains constantly/consistently realistically optimistic…for the most part.
though a smidgen of my innocence and rosy-colored glasses have cracks now…mostly due to stuff beyond my control.
i can control my attitude, this i know…plus, i haven’t slept well since getting back from our short vaca.
(yet, realistically speaking: 2nd hand smoke is deadly; you know.)
breathing in too much negativity and toxicity (and via media, etc)
(albeit trying to help…)
yep, there are risks in trying to help/(give)…Others. always reaching/stretching out..
first responders are the first reapers…or is it weepers.
to truly exhibit/experience fellow feeling…means crying with those who cry/weeping with those who weep…and rejoicing with those who rejoice.
trying to help those suffering…i am not immune to suffering…
but to comfort others and learn how to comfort, you need to know what it means to be
7/1/17 @ 3:00 p.m.
it brings me comfort in knowing being uncomfortable means i am learning…perhaps, what i need to learn.
i am NEVER GIVING UP…HOPE!!!:)
(i need a cat nap.)