
I keep going back to the movie As Good as It Gets, when Jack Nicholson's obsessive compulsive character asks a group of depressed psychiatric patients "What if this is as good as it gets?" That is the question that haunts me. I'm an optimist at heart, and firmly believe that the best is a head of us. But I have nagging doubts that I may be wrong. And I'm just struggling with that. I don't think its the seasonal blahs, it's just a nagging doubt that hangs in my head.
If you sense a despondent tone in my posts, feel free to drop me an electronic kick in the pants. I probably need it.
1 comment:
I hear you, brother. I won't kick you.
I've been going through some of the same things as well, and I'm over half a decade away from 40.
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