I've been feeling rather down in the dumps lately. Rather blah and I can't quite pin point why. I was feeling sorry for myself and all the crap I've had to deal with in my life. You know the feeling, just when things start to get easy more crap happens and then more crap. I talked with a few friends who have had a bunch of crap happen to them. (Can I use the word crap a few more times?) Not the same as what I've dealt with, but still crap and it still sucks. It was then that I realized (cue some fancy music, maybe a light show) that everyone has had their fair share of shit to deal with - no one's life is a cake walk.
We all have our demons.
We all struggle.
We all have skeletons in our closet.
And you know what - that's part of life - but choosing not to let your demons, your crap, rule your life is truly living. It's realizing that we only have one life to live and to give yourself every chance to live it to the fullest.
Yes, some days I would really rather pull the blankets over my head and ignore the world, but I force myself to get up. To get dressed. To go live. Never once have I regretted living. Never once have I regretted getting up and telling my demons to go fuck off.
So, here's to living. Here's to giving yourself the best life. You can only do it once, so do it right.
And seriously, fuck off demons. Go back and party with the skeletons in my closet. I hear they are lonely right about now.