Life...

Many people have countless opinions about life, it's meaning, and our purpose. None of those people have the answers, though....at least not for others, just them. I can't tell you how many times I've asked myself those questions, and sometimes I even came up with answers. But they were never the same. I guess as time passes, our perspective changes. Everyone has a story to tell...we have all overcome something that we thought would be the end of us. Some may have wanted to quit, to give in, and give up. I know I did.

This post isn't really about anything, but it's also almost about everything. I remember what it felt like to Know without any doubt that I had been dealt a crappy hand. The trials and tribulations were just too hard, for too long, and just too much to deal with. I remember what it was like to pray to whoever or whatever was listening to just make it stop, because I couldn't take it....yet here I am. I'm back in college in pursuit of my goals. I've met some new, interestingly cool people, and I'm stepping further out into the space that was provided for me.

I just felt like saying how thankful I am that I was able to pick up the pieces and move forward with my life after my bout with depression. Others weren't/aren't so fortunate. It's not easy, but it's okay. Lauryn Hill said, "...what a joy it is to be alive...to get another chance...everyday's another chance...to get it right this time..." that's how I feel, and it feels great!

btw I didn't re-read this...just typed what came to me. So, sorry if it's mumbo jumbo : )