I like to believe that things are never as bad as they seem. Somehow, smiling through troubling times seems to be a natural reaction for me. When I break things down to that which is truly important, I realize all the blessings in my life. Which is why I can't fathom how people can choose to end their lives. How is it that people decide that tomorrow isn't worth living for?
What brought all of this on? I read an article in the newspaper today about a French Chef who committed suicide, even though they gave him 3 stars.
I read a article once which said that people who share their lhoughts with others are happier... because those that don't tend to believe no one understands them and feels isolated. I have a feeling that's what happened to the French chef, as the friends and family said he seemed really distant for the past few weeks.
I can hear the rain falling outside. I love the sound of the falling rain. There's just something relaxing about hearing the steady rhythm of falling water droplets.
Can you believe it's almost March? As far as years go, it's been a bad first two months... but I'm hopeful for the future.