I guess this accident puts things in perspective for me. It
re-emphasizes the frailty of life. It
also reminds me that there are people who are going through things that are
harder. Those times when I just want to retreat and feel sorry for myself (which
happen way too frequently), I want to remember this family. I want to remember that even when things
really suck for me, there’s someone else out there who has it way worse.
I want to live beyond my
world.
Because at the end of the day, that’s where I’m going to
find my happiness. I think sometimes when I’m stuck in a bad rut, it’s because
I’m focused on me. Why my life sucks.
How bad everyone is treating me. The
list goes on. Truth be told, I think about myself way too often. As a result, I
freak out over the little things. This last week has not been one of my better
weeks for treating other people nice. I might have yelled a few times. I might
have slammed a few doors.
Then I come back to that little boy. Life is short. I don’t
want to waste it worrying about what that boy thinks, or getting angry about
things that really don’t matter. I want to make a difference in my life. Love,
Jyllenna