The Enemy

I want to write something here but I don’t know what. I believe I’ve written here nearly every week since the beginning of the year. If not I can always retcon that particular resolution to be an average over the year instead. Moving the goal posts is always an option.

Today has been an okay day. This evening has been one of those times when nothing has felt worth doing. I have moments of depression. I don’t know if its diagnosable as a thing but I do find myself flip-flopping between being most unhappy to jump around happy. Which is really strange.

Depression is not something that can be quantified. It can be felt even when there is nothing wrong. In the grand scheme of things there is nothing wrong. I have enough money, I have great parents, and friends. However I think it is important to realise that one is ‘allowed’ to feel bad – others may be in a worse predicament but that has no bearing on one’s own happiness.

When even the merry sounds of Mario Kart can’t cheer you up there isn’t much hope. There is something else something that’s been bothering me. I know this amounts to those vague Facebook posts that everyone hates but I’ll just say: “I’m Sorry.”

And I’ll leave you with these wise words.


Thinking about what you can’t control only wastes energy, and creates its own enemy.

Lieutenant Worf – TNG Coming of Age.

That was from Season 1 of TNG – proving that even amongst something bad there is good to be found.


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3 responses to “The Enemy

  1. Love the wise words.

  2. Nor’dzin Pamo

    You have a good heart, and that will always see you through. Big hugs x

  3. Michael J. Lyle

    “Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength.” – Corrie Ten Boom

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