Dear Diary,
For the past few days I've been feeling good. Inspired.Creative. Ready to conquer the world. You know that sort of thing.
I've been writing a lot. That's a sign of good health for me. I've been writing everywhere I could set my eyes on. Book, notepads, ms word, blogs,...Papers,.And when I ran out of my own things to write on, I started to encroach on other people's space also. Hope they don't run out of space soon.😂
Writing is a creative vent for me, it makes me happy.idk. My brain has been programmed like that I guess ..
I don't know how long this cycle will last. It's always like that. There's a high tide and then the low tide comes. I'm on the high tide now. And then I take a nose dive into the pit again.
Anyway, rather than wait for the tide to go down, I'll utilise the high tide as much as I can. Get max work done. What happens in the low tide, I'll deal with then.
Today I came across a go fund me page of a boy studying in the us. His dad had gone to visit him and in the middle of the visit, he got a brain haemmorage and got bedridden. He was so healthy before and it was so unexpected. He can't even come back for a year. The medical expenses are north of $200,000 and the family is struggling to make ends meet. He will be bed ridden for his remaining life it seems.
Just imagine, you were healthy and happy one moment, and the next moment you turn into a vegetable. Nothing more than a lump of mass.
I prayed for him. Hope he'll get back to his previous self. And the family will get back on its foot again.
Nothing in this life is predictable. Amd it's better to be grateful for every second we get than to complain about little everyday troubles.
I don't know how long I'll continue to feel this rush of optimism inside me before I relapse. But I'll try to hold on to it as much as I can.