One day you find, that the worst time of your life is a
gift.
I almost missed that...
Just pay attention

Spring. A time of revival.
Couldn't be more true for me, this time around. Any attempt
to describe the feeling of relief and solace I had found
when the darkness that had clouded my mind for as long as I
can remember, would be an understatment.

Rough and stormy were the days of this past winter,
Now turned to a vanishing memory, and as the skies clear,
I find my form of sanity once again.
What a relief.

This world is on a one way ticket to utter chaos, absolute
madness. I'm glad I got off this ride on time.
Yeah, I've done my share of evil, and hey, anyone who knows
me would say I'm no saint. Far from it.
But, and that's the big one, I found my real kick in life:
Just being good.
Not overwhelmingly, not by default, not for a purpse.
Just being good.

No it's not that trivial. Not when you're just a shadow of
your former self.
Depression is one mean son of a bitch.
But this condition is more than depression. For lack of a
better word I just reffer to it as... "It".

"Get clean of "It". Or you will never be yourself again."
This little thought got me to do something about... "It".

When it was me, "It" and those who stood by me, "It" got the
upper hand.
Ironically enough, when I was left alone, "It" had to go.
And how does one fight "It".
The apathy? The threshold of madness? The decay of morals?
Red lines being crossed? People running away from you like
the plague?

Well. you gotta like life more than you hate "It".
Take the time to find out who you are, and drive that cloud
of misery away, to let a new bright day shine in.

I'm no saint. I don't wanna be.
Im just glad without "It".

Spring time.
Great time.