I’m sure this will sound weird, or like I’m ducking the question, but it’s the truth as I know it. I truly believe that every second of life is a learning experience. I believe that learning is fun. I believe it is always valuable.
The learnings that life throws at you are not always fun. It’s not always clear what you’ve learned, either. I guess it’s a kind of attitude. What happens, happens. Good or bad, there’s little you can do about it.
What you can do is control your attitude about it; will you cry and rave at the pains, or will you seek out from them what you’ve learned? Will you explode in joy at the good parts, or will you seek out from them what you’ve learned?
The last year has been a rather unexpected adventure for me, as I started behaving very uncharacteristically. Eventually, I was diagnosed with bipolar disease, and this really threw me. I changed back and forth, and I had no control over it. Worst, I spent a lot of time so depressed that I thought I was almost ready to check out.
I felt like I was being drawn into depression; as if I wanted to be near death. Lately, though, things have been easier. But I have changed. I find myself with a heightened empathy. I understand things when few words have been spoken. I can often feel people like me, and I know who they are, before they’ve said a word, and I have no idea how it happens.
Depression has taught me this. Depression still calls to me, I guess. It probably thinks I’m a bit dumb, and could use a refresher lesson. I might just go with it, a bit. I do not like the way it makes me feel, but I do like the way it opens me up. It’s a costly lesson, though. And the currency you have to pay for it with—comes in short supply.
But it’s life. And it’s fun, even when it’s horrible, because it’s helping me learn something new. For that, I am always grateful.