The Wreckage

 Sometimes it’s easiest to focus on life’s inconsistencies. Dwelling in our own missteps mentally grants us the excuse to justify our absence from the things we want most. If you think about it, we use every reason not to jump at opportunities because we’re scared of more failure. We let fear take the wheel as we sit in the passenger seat of our own life without the slightest nerve of being a backseat driver. Our eyes simply stare out the window absent of fire that once burned furiously with ambition and formally directed the car.

These pity parties that we entertain, only inflate our desire to stay complacent in our exaggerated misery. By and large, negativity and hopelessness has never helped anyone towards that one moment that you are waiting for. No one will give you anything in this life, much less if you’re sitting around sulking in your own pessimism.

I’m guilty of throwing myself the aforementioned pity parties; it certainly comes from habit to measure whose life is more “wretched.” I’m only now realizing how selfish it is to lay among the things that I call my wreckage. This so called wreckage consist of things of luxury that some people would never dream of; to have opportunity to call such things my problems should really be counted as blessings. In order to be in a mentally healthy state, we must cease from focusing on the difficult situations that emerge and think about the opportunities that may develop as we get past them. There’s no room for negativity if happiness is what you want. It’s time to pick yourself up f and select the first piece from our “wreckage” and decide in which direction to start cleaning up the rumble. It just takes that initial action to set in motion those that will subsequently follow.