Whatever You Believe


 What spiritual power, if any, pulls the soul down to the lowest of lows? Some might say your sign is in retrograde, or that God Almighty is just teaching you another lesson, or that your chakras are out of alignment once again. Each one would entail that you as a person are weak and fell out of grace with whatever you believe. But after 27 years of being diagnosed with chronic depression, GAD, and a myriad of other mental illnesses, I choose to believe that it’s more than just another bad day. Or that somehow the gods are upset with me.

Being the cognitive creatures that we are, we love to find a label for everything. But sometimes even the deeper sciences can’t explain the mental warfare going on in our heads. Is it environment or genetics that causes us to be bat shit crazy sometimes? But why can’t it be both. I feel the environment along with inherited physical traits have brought me to this point in my life. And before you start to pity me and say, “I’m glad my genes aren’t that weak,” have you ever thought that maybe your environment is overcompensating for your apparent flaws?

Life is all about perspective and how we see ourselves operating within it. Earlier as I was writing I felt nothing but beaten down and depressed. I had just awakened from a very upsetting dream that actually had me trembling. So before I even got out of the bed, I began to write. But then my wife wisely opened up the curtains to let the light in. Without saying a word, she instinctively knew I had a bad night. Life has a funny way of reminding us that things are going to be okay. With the right attitude and clear perception of our strengths and weaknesses, we will make it through. But with the attitude of arrogance and/or ignorance we end up walking through life broken and alone. So…which do you believe?

#WhatDoYouBelieve #Environment #Genetics #Perspective #Awareness

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