The Good Stuff

Why is it that we always tend to focus on the bad stuff rather that the good? Why is it so much easier to stir up bad memories? And once we have one spinning around in our head, we somehow feel the need to add on. I never quite understood this masochist behavior. I’ve always given the same advice: try to think positive, there’s no use crying over spilled milk, there’s a greater reason behind this you’ll see, it will all make sense, etc. So much easier said then done. Nonetheless I’ve recently decided to start making more of an effort. For example, sometimes we think we lack certain things, when in reality they’re right in front of us, but we are so blinded by our deficits that it’s easier to stick our heads in the sand. We simply need to reach out, shift our perception. I could go on being bitter about my lack of a father and everything that comes with, instead I realized that I’ve actually had one all along, he just so happened to be disguised as my grand father and to be honest I wouldn't have preferred it any other way. There is no one I admire more.



See you in the new year.