In continuing this 20 Days Of Chill Writing Challenge, I have been participating and it’s now time for a new post. As you may remember last Monday I started this challenge and have now completed 9 days worth of the challenge and you can read them both by checking out 20 Days Of Chill.
Today is a new day and a new challenge and today’s theme is:
The bad luck.
Life is a series of bad luck. If you really let it get you it will eat you alive. You just need to suck it up and over come it. Find something, anything that makes you happy and hopefully it will help you power through to survive the next day.
Misfortune isn’t about being poor, it’s about over coming the fact you’re poor.
I have had a series of unfortunate events happen to me. I’ve been depressed, I’ve seen no hope. And some how I have over come them. I strive to make a better day tomorrow.
The last few months have been a hardship I’ve never seen before. With my work just being the most depressing thing I’ve ever done. And I should have been broken. I should be. But I’ve powered through because I have to see what tomorrow has in store.
When growing up my parents were amazed how many times I over came colds just to go to school. Mainly because the one day I did miss school, I missed something cool. I don’t remember what it ended up being. But the point of me saying this is that I don’t want to miss what tomorrow might hold.
With that I guess I should somewhat splash into the conversation of suicide. And all I’ll say is I don’t believe in it. And I blame Courtney Love for killing people.
Okay, maybe that was a little off topic. But the main point is, life is a series of misfortunes. From it being raining out, from your favorite pants ripping, to the store being out of your favorite ice cream. To anything. To getting pulled over. To losing your favorite hat.
Whatever it be. It might suck. But life is all about overcoming and turning that misfortune into a positive.
Like a few months ago when 2CW announced it was closing, I was sad, all my new friends I had made through it were sad. I saw grown men and women cry. But you know, it gave me the opportunity to write again. Something that I had pushed aside because I lost my passion. And you know, that misfortune, might make me a fortune.