How wierd is it that sometimes life is so good, and sometimes so bad? Like sometimes life is so flippin good. Smiles are often and easy. The world seems to fit in its place. There’s plenty to look forward to, everything is alright. But sometimes…. none of that is true, life is a flippin challenge. It’s hard to even get out of bed, and what comes after that is even harder. Things dont make sense, smiles are forced, things are not alright. I’ve been in both places without a doubt. It seems like I am in two completely different worlds at different times.

I remember an episode of Lost, yea I was a big fan, saw every episode, anyways, there was this one epidosde where one of the charcters was switching between his current place and time and a past place and time. His mind couldnt really handle it, it began to turn on him, he was going crazy, what he had to do was keep a constant, something that he knew in both worlds, and hold on to that, that was his only chance.

I think my constant is what has gotten me through every season. My constant has given me something to trust in, to turn to, to hold me up. When times are good, I praise Him, when times are hard, I praise Him, and it has made all the difference in the world, in good and bad times, in both worlds.