LIFE?

I don't know what to call you, post. Maybe it's called Life, because I hate it, too. Whatever. I was reading the newest post from the Hyperbole and A Half blog (Ya know, the ALL THE THINGS cartoon). Ya, well, pretty funny...also, too real. The author has a segment about her depression, and how life can sometimes feel like it is hopeless bullshit. "what if...the entire future," the comic begins, "is full of only horrible, boring things?" "That would be too many," she decides.

But I guess that's where I am struggling. I am seeking to find meaning in my work, writing, and other various activities to little or no avail. And, I mean, the only comfort I can find after a long day of being yelled at, is my bed. And maybe parks and rec.

But then I see other people doing so well. Being happy and enjoying life. I wonder if my life will ever be like that.

Someone I love dearly–just recently, actually–said to me that people had to be the reason for life...the reason we're alive. It just blew my mind. Here I am, trying to figure out what I'm doing with my life. Why I can't make a million dollars?! or write a damn article worth reading! Or even get one damn upvote on Reddit. But it's not about me. It's about other people. I love so many people. And I hurt a lot of people. I wish I didn't. I'm struggling today. And all this week, actually. Well, stay tuned. Maybe I'll figure something else out real soon. :)