If you believe you're a victim, you'll never be content. Ramblings of a recovering miserable dick.
Sustained, ongoing happiness isn’t something that is attainable, nor realistic, anyways. The thing that I believe is attainable, even if we don’t achieve all of our dreams and goals, is contentment.
However, something interesting has happened; I think I may be more resilient than I once thought.
As someone who has struggled with mental illness much of my life, and in the wake of the tragic suicides of people such as Kate Spade, Anthony Bourdain, Tyler Hylinski, and the countless others not in the celebrity spotlight that take their lives every day, I felt the need to make a short post about the importance of tending to our mental health.
The leafless skeleton of a cherry tree, yet to show any blossoms, stood rigid at the corner of the barn.
The wind rushed through his hair and kissed his scalp, his legs churned, his arms reached toward the sun, and his eyes were locked forward as the water closed in on his vision—
The outer walls of the barn were a faded and chipped pink; the original coat of vibrant red paint had long since decayed. The white trim hardly held as well, the sunbaked boards naked and exposed.