So today I went out for gyros with my cousin “Tom” (if you caught the Bicycle). He was always the “cool cousin” for me and my siblings growing up and even though we’re becoming pretty good buddies (he let me crash while I was between homes because he’s actually very nice) I still feel cool by association whenever we hang out.
Anyway, it just got me thinking that it really is the little things in life that make life so incredible. Silly things like hanging out with your kindred spirit cousin and his nice work friends who are as equally into Star Wars as you are, which is a rare find (note that by Star Wars I mean episodes 4-6 and possibly 7 if J.J. Abrams does a good job, I in no way recognize the overly CGI-ed and poorly acted disasters that they call episodes 1,2, &3).
But, I do confess that even though I always strike everyone as particularly positive and outgoing, I also have a quiet, introverted side that is more sensitive and has dealt with anxiety and depression in the past. And it’s hard going through stuff like that because you start to feel distant and wonder if you’ll ever be happy again. And you just do your best to let go of trying to control it and try to live each moment with patient faith. And as time passes you suddenly realize that you are happy again. And when you are, it’s even better than you remembered because you appreciate it more, especially those little things- like getting gyros with your cool cousin.