I used to have sad thoughts all the time....then I made some changes and now its not so often anymore. I make art. I take photos. I draw, paint, journal, craft...
I get outside. Get dirt under my nails. I see God in the food I grow for my family and it humbles me....
I try to only think happy thoughts, let me inner child roam and play within my mind.
But sometimes, the sad thoughts come back. Like today I had this random thought about a time that I looked at my brother and I could just tell he was so sad.
Why do I beat myself up for something I had no power over, 15 years later? Why do some thoughts and memories have the power to haunt us? Why do we give them that power?
We remember the sad things because there is beauty in them too. We remember them so that we appreciate all of the good in this world. All of the love. All of the joy.
"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass...its about learning how to dance in the rain."
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