Tales From A Disheveled-Rotten Brain: Part Two

People complain about how horrible their lives are all the time. It is part of the "human nature". What people are really complaining about is repetition. They live their lives till everyday is the same, every meal, etc.  In my prior life I used to complain all the time. I never realized exactly how life was, living in the big P.O. We all wish we could be doing something else with our lives, this is true, but we need to live what we have in front of us. Back when I lived in P.O. I saw things in a different light than I do now, as if someone turned off the black light and turned on the fluorescents. I was sad, my doctor called it "depressed". I think it was just an excuse my brain made to try and change my world to something more interesting. It was some new adventure, sick of the same things everyday. You may think I'm crazy, being only 15 or 16 at the time, but life was a drag. Maybe I just get bored faster than those housewifes who "come down" with depression in their mid-thirties. I never had any reason to be sad, nobody beat me, no close friends of mine died, nobody ever robbed my house or anything like that. I was called names and people poked fun at me in Junior high, but its normal, some people just aren't comfortable with themselves... that's a different topic however. Repetition is something that causes people to go insane. We only have one life to live (that we know of), try to change something. We are the only ones who can make any kind of difference in our own lives. When I left for Poland I was scared witless because it was the first real change I've ever experienced. For my first one or two months in Poland I was slightly depressed. The cause? Too much change. Our bodies are made to cope with change so quickly, but when it is dumped on you, instead of dripped, it changes everything. That little dose of change we all hope for turns into the tidal wave of maddness. We can only live this one life. Why should we waste it not having any fun, not seeing the world, not taking a day to hang out with our kids, not watching soccer instead of baseball, talking to that boy in the halls. These little changes escalade into something we can't predict, that is what makes life fun. Be depressed, never take any chances. I've been there, its a lonely road. We're not talking dangerous chances, just something new.... something exciting. We can't live completely sheltered existences, it's boring. The little choices escalate into a snowball effect. Only you can make the choice to become a better person and experience the world. Don't live in P.O. all your life...