I wish depression was as easy to deal with as walking up and giving someone a hug. If it were, I wouldn’t stop until the world was cured or I dropped from exhaustion.
I wish communication and reconciliation were simple. SImple like sitting on a porch out in the country, watching clouds roll by.
Me wishing these things, sadly, don’t make them a reality. And dwelling on the harsh truth that none of it is easy only proves to ail me more. There isn’t always a solution. There isn’t always a formula or algorithm to bring success or to make sense of a world gone mad. These things simply…are.
Sometimes, all can do is pray for mercy, pick yourself up, and go as far as you can before your feet fail you. Then you rest…and repeat.