Twenty-six people living ordinary lives.
Some learning to walk for the very first time.
Others with wrinkles around their eyes.
All filled with dreams waiting to be realized.
Then, one of those twenty-six is caught off guard.
Their greens turned red. Their ups turned upside down.
Their life taken away by a silent, electrical terrorist.
One in twenty-six people will hear three life changing words.
You have epilepsy.
I’m the one in 26.
I will always be tired.
I will always have a foggy memory.
I will always be a tiny bit moody.
I will always wonder why.
But I will never give up.
I will fight for the next one in twenty-six.
I will be there to offer a helping hand.
Living with epilepsy isn’t easy, but it hasn’t been all bad. I’ve learned how strong I can truly be, and how I can make a difference. This past month, I was able to offer some advice to a girl who had just been diagnosed. Being able to help her make sense of everything and guide her through this difficult time has made every painful moment worthwhile. If I had decided not to get back up all those times I thought I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be able to offer her solace today. Sticking it out is difficult, but never impossible. Today I reflect on that.
Everyday we learn new things. Our surroundings make us look at things in a different way. What we hear shapes our thoughts and opinions. Whether we learn something good or bad, everything we perceive is processed. Visual, acoustic and tactile perceptions are encoded and become part of our short-term and even long-term memories.
Last week, I learned something VERY important. Okay, maybe it’s not that important, but something worth mentioning. It’s the last piece of solid advice my old boss passed down to me. So what is this great piece of wisdom he bestowed on me? Well, here it goes.
Everyone hates Mondays. They are terrible because the fun has come to an end, and we must carry on with our adult responsibilities. Plus, who can possibly love a day that marks the conclusion of happy times?
On Tuesday, everyone has just survived Monday, but the long week is still ahead. Friday can’t even be seen in the distance.
On Wednesday, everyone is like “Yass, it’s humpday!” We’re almost there, and the worst is far behind us.
On Thursday, you can see the finish line! Friday Jr is here, and freedom is just around the corner.
On Friday, everyone is FRIYAY! We have those Friday feelings, and the finish line to happy hour is finally here.
In conclusion, there is no point to Tuesday. It is by far the worst day of the week, and it simply sucks!
Time does not yield, much less stop.
It’s always moving
It’s always passing.
Time isn’t something we can hold onto.
It isn’t tangible.
It isn’t reversible.
Time doesn’t tell us how much we’ve been given.
It could be today or tomorrow.
It could be years from now.
Time is a mystery so we should live it like tomorrow might never come.
Melodic sounds of Bach and Mozart hum through my ears.
The aroma of fresh, hot coffee fills the air.
It’s a slow morning, much like all Mondays are.
One wishes weekends could be long-lasting.
One wishes we could have slept just a bit longer.
But weekdays have a way of getting here before expected.
I know “end” is in the word, which is why it doesn’t last.
But why can’t there be more days in the weekends?
Life is and always will be a little complicated. We’re all small pieces in this BIG world. When things seem overwhelming, take a step back and look at your surroundings. Amongst the towering buildings, there is a great view. There is a life where all you have to do is walk through and bloom.