All good things must come to an end. Says who? I saw my favorite band in concert last week. Being lost in the awesomeness of rock and roll indeed was a good thing, a good thing that came to an end after the amazing encore and toss of the drumsticks. But here I am reminiscing with you. And I am certain that there are many smiles to come as I recall the evening in days to come. You see, happy is the moment, happier is the memory. All good things come to an end only if you let them.
However, depression doesn’t care. It is in front of me with an arm out asking for the hall pass back. It knows there are ordinary days ahead to control. It is the bully I cannot see.
It will take more than fond memories to win this battle. Though I appreciate them so much, along with those who helped me dig my well, living in the past is not practical or motivating. I need to pick up my own shovel and prepare for the thirst of the future.
We all deserve a happier future, whether we are embraced or alone, confident or confused. Happy is telling yourself that. Happier is believing it. I will not let the bully win. Happier is my shield made of titanium.
YOU are a treasure!