words

Once, a long time ago, I was very depressed. The can't summon the energy to get out of bed, and probably should have been under someone's care for it kind of depressed.

I don't have a lot of memories of that time period. I was just lost in a wasteland for a while, but eventually stumbled out of the forest, more by accident than by any real effort on my part it seems to me now.

I only bring this up because I am having a bad couple of days and I read something this morning that crystalized why that's OK. See, the thing is, it will never be that bad for me again. (I hope.) Because I know something now, that I didn't know then -- the words that are uppermost in my mind today --

THIS IS NOT FOREVER.

What that bad spell taught me is that there is life outside the wasteland, and even though I might wander through some dark and twisty woodlands from time to time, if you follow the streams downhill, you WILL find civilization again. (have I stretched that metaphor until it snapped or what?!)

Anyway... this is apropos of nothing except the need to put those words out into the ether. What is now, is not forever.