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Into every life, a little sunshine must fall. You are mine.
When I was in high school, Sadie Estep signed my yearbook with this. I am sure I was not unique in that. I am certain she told many people that sort of thing. Irony was, when I felt like a grey cloud often times, SHE was the one bringing sunshine to me.
I've had several people who've brought that sunshine into my life. We always, as overly dramatic manic-depressive types, take those people for granted. That cheerleader act drives us nuts. But, truth is, we need people like Ms. Estep, like Meredith, like Lola. We need people who's smile is never fake, who's hug is full of warmth, who's wisdom comes from somewhere outside of them. And we need to learn to appreciate them.
I am a collector of eclectics. Of eccentrics. Of the unique. The artsy. The unusual. I am a collector of friends with mild mental illness. With drinking and drug problems. With great faith in the unknown. With faith in nothing. People like me. People see me as a bringer of light.
But all I see when I look in the mirror is a fog. I feel like the last unicorn trapped in a cage. I see death and loneliness and pain. I see wisdom that is unwarranted. I see myself and cannot for the life of me figure out what it that attracts other people to me. I can't feel the warmth of my own sunlight.
Why is it that our despair has this ability to overwhelm us? Why is it, that inspite of the fact that life typically isn't THAT bad, we can't find the good that is all around us? What is it that causes one person to focus on the light that each person has inside and another can see nothing outside of their own fear?
Why would a "god" create beings in its own image that can see nothing but the negative within themselves and others?
Today, I had a good day. I really did. I laughed and carried on with coworkers and customers. Just chatted with people. The hours flew by and come nightfall, I was more than happy when friends wanted to go to dinner. I picked up the boys from mom, picked up Brenda from her place and met Amanda at Evergreen to laugh with our waiter and high school friend, Wesley, and have fun with chopsticks over American-Asian cuisine. I had a Popsicle with my boys before bed and introduced them to a classic film.
I enjoyed being alive today. But what made today different than any other? I can't say. I don't know. I just wish it would happen more frequently. I wish I could share it with other people. I wish I could feel more like a "bringer of light."
I want to give out hugs.
*hug*
When I was in high school, Sadie Estep signed my yearbook with this. I am sure I was not unique in that. I am certain she told many people that sort of thing. Irony was, when I felt like a grey cloud often times, SHE was the one bringing sunshine to me.
I've had several people who've brought that sunshine into my life. We always, as overly dramatic manic-depressive types, take those people for granted. That cheerleader act drives us nuts. But, truth is, we need people like Ms. Estep, like Meredith, like Lola. We need people who's smile is never fake, who's hug is full of warmth, who's wisdom comes from somewhere outside of them. And we need to learn to appreciate them.
I am a collector of eclectics. Of eccentrics. Of the unique. The artsy. The unusual. I am a collector of friends with mild mental illness. With drinking and drug problems. With great faith in the unknown. With faith in nothing. People like me. People see me as a bringer of light.
But all I see when I look in the mirror is a fog. I feel like the last unicorn trapped in a cage. I see death and loneliness and pain. I see wisdom that is unwarranted. I see myself and cannot for the life of me figure out what it that attracts other people to me. I can't feel the warmth of my own sunlight.
Why is it that our despair has this ability to overwhelm us? Why is it, that inspite of the fact that life typically isn't THAT bad, we can't find the good that is all around us? What is it that causes one person to focus on the light that each person has inside and another can see nothing outside of their own fear?
Why would a "god" create beings in its own image that can see nothing but the negative within themselves and others?
Today, I had a good day. I really did. I laughed and carried on with coworkers and customers. Just chatted with people. The hours flew by and come nightfall, I was more than happy when friends wanted to go to dinner. I picked up the boys from mom, picked up Brenda from her place and met Amanda at Evergreen to laugh with our waiter and high school friend, Wesley, and have fun with chopsticks over American-Asian cuisine. I had a Popsicle with my boys before bed and introduced them to a classic film.
I enjoyed being alive today. But what made today different than any other? I can't say. I don't know. I just wish it would happen more frequently. I wish I could share it with other people. I wish I could feel more like a "bringer of light."
I want to give out hugs.
*hug*
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