Do you have that friend that just makes you happy after you talk to him/her?
We can be talking about the most random things like the weather, swine flu, and drunkenness. We talk about all sorts of things. But I feel so much lighter and happier after our conversations; especially today.
Today I felt horrible. It's pouring rain and storming outside. My feet have been soaked for hours. I listen to my boss talk about a new network marketing business that he's embarking on. I come back to my room and go on the computer. The first thing I see is that the German soccer goalie killed himself. Someone so successful yet suffered from depression; and ultimately fell victim to it.
I felt lost. Why try so hard with life? If we ultimately all face the same end? What difference does it make the way that you die? What are accomplishments in life? Making others' lives better? How significant is that? Does it really make a difference to better someone's life whose going to die anyway? What matters after we die anyway? Nothing. Why do we try so hard to live everyday?--to get to work amidst a storm, getting that A in a class, joining all the "right" organizations, and living up to the ideal that shouts "success" like a blinking neon sign on a street at night.
What is the point to trying so hard, having that drive for success when one can die at any moment?
What would you be doing right now if you knew you were going to die tomorrow? How many of us would be doing the same exact things? It just shows that we are deluding ourselves in a success-driven life. We are not being true to ourselves. What is the value of life if we cannot even be true to ourselves?
Then, what compounds my negative mood is my Critical Thinking class. I had thought it would be an interesting philosophical class. However, it turned out to be a meticulous bore; it is like learning grammar, important in way, but meaningless outside of application or context. It made me feel like I'm wasting my life away. What am I doing? I didn't want to be there. If I were dying the next day, I would not want to be wasting my time in that class. And then, after class, I failed at making a "normal" facebook chat conversation with a person that I have an intellectual interest with. It felt like signs of my failure in life in general.
What am I doing? It felt like I'm doing everything wrong.
Then, after I got back from dinner with a friend, I got on msn and saw my friend (the one one whom this post's title relates to) online. So we talked. I didn't spill out all of my frustrations to him or anything. We just had random conversations about various topics. I find that sometimes complaining about your problems doesn't really help anyone (that was I did with the "intellectual interest"). Anyway, after having an msn conversation with my friend just made me feel totally revived.
It just all feels right again. Kinks happen; it's just all a part of life. We've just to face adversity and not-so-great-times with a smiling face. Don't let your enemy see you suffer. Appreciate the little moments in life and everything will in the end work out for the best. Everything happens for a reason and we've just got to look at the positive aspects and breathe in the goodness.
He is my special friend who makes me feel good. I am glad we are just friends again. Some people are meant for friendship not something beyond.