A VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE!!!!

I finally realized something......You aren't guaranteed your next breath.....The meaning of life is to enjoy all that you have and not to take it for granted......Waking up in the morning and hugging your mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, or whatever is very special...Looking up at the stars, sunset, or sunrise is very important....Kissing the one you love is always an amazing moment not to be taken for granted.....we shouldn't want what we don't have but be happy and proud of what we do have......You aren't guaranteed a tomorrow and if you take even the smallest things for granted one day when you take your last breath you will wish that you savored every moment of anything you took for granted....If you have pets then petting them will seem like and amazing thing that you will wish you had another chance to do....So DON'T TAKE ANY MOMENT FOR GRANTED!!!!!! every moment is special because when that day comes when you close your eyes for the last time you will realize that every breath you ever took, any sight you ever seen, anything you ever touched, was all miracles and should never be taken lightly.

Love,

DUSTIN

Yea

I was feeling down, thinking how misfortunate I am. People don’t like me; fail at everything; how everything going wrong. It seemed that I don’t have anything and nothing good in my life. Etc.
Then a handicapped person came in. My focus shifted, of course I felt bad for her; I also realized how lucky I am to have what I have. This lady really doesn’t have a chance for someone to love her. She can’t function on her own, every move is a problem. Her life is with no hope or chance. Her hand is gone; I just can’t imagine my self without hand. What would I do? There are so many things that require two hands. She can’t walk. What would it mean if I couldn’t walk? What kind of life is that? I wouldn’t be a human, people just would stare. What could I do besides seating in weal chair? Those are real limitations. I am sure that this lady would trade her problems for mine or yours. No matter how bad my life is someone always got it worse.

Yeah i got bad hypochondria and i get way depressed then i saw someone at the ER standing there watching their father get taken off of life support so i know people can have it worse. I think it is best to work with the tools we were given no matter how much we have.

I hate depression. It is an evil distortion, pleaing for undeserved attention. It yanks at the self, insisting on duplicity. It fogs, and magnifies lies, and evil whispers sucking the life force out of it's sallowed victims and ducks and dodges the light pretending to
think positive. It lies, in wait like mental quick sand disguised as something sweet, rich, and creamy, beckoning to swallow it's
unconscious prey in one gulp. The dreaded mother of all psychosis.
I sleep to nourish my mind, I wake to stand at the mouse hole of my thought channel like a cheshire cat. I monitor each thought
and desentigrate te evil mud pit of despair...

I see the sun rays shining through dark rain clouds and time uncaptured. I remain present and awake, refreshed till I can watch no more, and I evaporate the heavy watered down sensation in my body; The what if's and I can'ts with the big light inside of my soul. For alas I have birthed my own sunlight within. It radiates right through my being. All I ever do every day is be.
So just be. That is where joy lives. In Human being.