"I woke up this morning saying what the f#$$###$ am I doing?
I made some coffee and said what the f#&&###& should I be doing?
I went to work and said what the f#$$###$ am I doing here?
what the f#$$$###$ man, what the f#$$$###$"
Okay...my friend worried me today, he kept saying what the what the what the f#$$#...
and then he said something that went like this, or at least, this is my interpretation of what he said...
"Everything around me right now seems strange...
I am living a life that means nothing, it's just strange.
Maybe I'm really depressed and this is how it feels,
maybe this is just what life is, and I'm a gerbil on a wheel,
maybe it's a sign that I need to do something quick,
or maybe it means I'm an artist and this is how we tick..
maybe just maybe I have no idea what I am saying
maybe just maybe this is me and I'm actually crazy.
Do crazy people know they're crazy
or is it something they're forced to believe?
Do they ask as many questions as I come up with,
and then have no answers to satisfy their undying needs?
Oh well, here it is, what the f#$$###$...
what do you think, tell me, am I just fuxxxed up?"
I had to respond, even though I didn't know what to say...
"Maybe we're all just going through some rough times,
it's okay, it will be okay, everything will be just fine..."
I think everyone in a bad place wants to feel heard or understood. Everyone wants to feel like it will get better, it will be okay. Everyone wants to feel that they aren't alone, that they aren't the only one's in the world unhappy at the moment. And everyone wants to feel that they can believe one day happiness will come back, it isn't gone forever...because it's not.
Every moment of misery will be a future moment of peace.
~Jenn
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