When you stop to think about your life, what is it that makes things good or bad? Think long and hard about the things that really matter. They aren't moments that last for hours or even minutes sometimes. For me at least, they are those moments that last for seconds. They are those magical moments when nothing else matters. Those moments we lose ourselves in a kind of euphoria that no drug or drink can bring us. They make life worth living. We don't always have them, but they are the times we strive for, without even knowing they happened at times. They keep us up when things are down.
This week has been a rough week for me emotionally. I had been having a good time in my life. My spirits were high and then some things started to unravel. My financial situation got progressively worse and future prospects seemed dim. Then a fight with a good friend, which was 100% my fault occurred. That coupled with some other minor hiccups in my life and things started to spiral. I had a rough week, but there were some bright spots. None of them lasted more than a few seconds.
I was about the lowest I've been in a while, but I got to give someone a kiss. Not a moment of passion at all. Just a kiss. Basically saying, things are OK. Didn't last but a second, but it made me smile. Then I spoke to my grandmother. She made me laugh and told me to forget my problems and come visit again. "It's been too long," she said. I was there three weeks earlier. It made me feel loved. It was important, because I needed it. Saturday after speaking to my brother, he did something. While I didn't appreciate it at the time, he did it out of love and concern. It's not my brother's way, but he's been the best the last few months. From my time in the hospital since, he's really been there for me. I'm the one who is supposed to be the support, but the guy has been a saint. Monday was the anniversary of my mother's death. I awoke to a phone call and the first words were, "how are you?" The rest of the conversation wasn't important in it's content. The message was sent. You are cared about. It meant the world to me. Last night, someone made a gesture to show me they wanted to help me out in a small way, but wanted to know, they were there. That was it. Meant the world.
Five little moments that shined on five days that brought gloom. Five moments from four different people. Five moments that took about two minutes total. Two minutes out of five days. People can spend hours laughing together, holding hands, eating fine dinners, maybe even making love, but the reality is, it's those little moments. It's something as simple as opening your eyes in the morning and seeing the person you love. Watching your child smile when they see you. Maybe it's seeing a friend or family members happiness. Maybe it's yours. It doesn't matter, it's those precious seconds that let us continue. That make us feel good about life and make us forget our woes. A kiss, a laugh, a moment of appreciation, a phone call and being able to say thank you for something. That's what has gotten me through one of the hardest weeks of my life. I hope for more, but if I could have those five every week, well, I'd consider myself pretty blessed. Two minutes doesn't seem like much, but they resonated all week long.
This week has been a rough week for me emotionally. I had been having a good time in my life. My spirits were high and then some things started to unravel. My financial situation got progressively worse and future prospects seemed dim. Then a fight with a good friend, which was 100% my fault occurred. That coupled with some other minor hiccups in my life and things started to spiral. I had a rough week, but there were some bright spots. None of them lasted more than a few seconds.
I was about the lowest I've been in a while, but I got to give someone a kiss. Not a moment of passion at all. Just a kiss. Basically saying, things are OK. Didn't last but a second, but it made me smile. Then I spoke to my grandmother. She made me laugh and told me to forget my problems and come visit again. "It's been too long," she said. I was there three weeks earlier. It made me feel loved. It was important, because I needed it. Saturday after speaking to my brother, he did something. While I didn't appreciate it at the time, he did it out of love and concern. It's not my brother's way, but he's been the best the last few months. From my time in the hospital since, he's really been there for me. I'm the one who is supposed to be the support, but the guy has been a saint. Monday was the anniversary of my mother's death. I awoke to a phone call and the first words were, "how are you?" The rest of the conversation wasn't important in it's content. The message was sent. You are cared about. It meant the world to me. Last night, someone made a gesture to show me they wanted to help me out in a small way, but wanted to know, they were there. That was it. Meant the world.
Five little moments that shined on five days that brought gloom. Five moments from four different people. Five moments that took about two minutes total. Two minutes out of five days. People can spend hours laughing together, holding hands, eating fine dinners, maybe even making love, but the reality is, it's those little moments. It's something as simple as opening your eyes in the morning and seeing the person you love. Watching your child smile when they see you. Maybe it's seeing a friend or family members happiness. Maybe it's yours. It doesn't matter, it's those precious seconds that let us continue. That make us feel good about life and make us forget our woes. A kiss, a laugh, a moment of appreciation, a phone call and being able to say thank you for something. That's what has gotten me through one of the hardest weeks of my life. I hope for more, but if I could have those five every week, well, I'd consider myself pretty blessed. Two minutes doesn't seem like much, but they resonated all week long.
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