Merry Christmas my fellow writers and readers out there! It’s been a difficult week. Preparing for Christmas, releasing a new novel and bracing ourselves for the possible worst as my father underwent a very serious operation that could’ve cost him his life. I am very tired and very stressed and trying to keep my head above water. Yet still managed to get everything done that needed to be done. It’s been an emotional roller coaster ride that I am more than ready to get off of.
The holidays is something that I dread every single year. Particularly Christmas because the true meaning of it has been long forgotten by the masses and it seems to be all about the gifts and the food now. I guess I always thought it was supposed to be about the birth of Christ and families gathering together to celebrate him. I was sadly mistaken. Unfortunately, there are very few Christians in the world these days who still believe there even is a God. The world is so messed up I can certainly understand their disillusionment, but one mustn’t give up hope or faith. I still believe in both and I still believe in God. How can I get pissed off at him for all the problems that we have caused in the world? Yes, we are to blame, not him. You can disagree all you like but answer me this question, Are humans perfect? Do we make grave mistakes and try to blame others for what we do? I would say yes. We have a lot to atone for and until we are willing to change, nothing else will either.
If I sound bitter, it’s only because I am. My father said goodbye to us believing that he was going to die and feeling that fear of loss made me take a good look at myself and everyone else. I’ve come to the conclusion that we desperately need to stay close to our families. We need each other more than ever now. The world is a very scary place and we must band together in order to rise above it. It’s better than caving into the pressures of everyday life and self -medicating. It’s during the holidays that the suicide rate goes up and why? Because these people feel as though they have no one to turn to. Like nobody loves them. Somebody loves you, but it’s hard to see that; when you can’t even love yourself.
Let’s face it, life is hard. Terribly hard whether your rich or poor, you are going to have problems. But there is strength in numbers and that’s where family comes in. Even if you don’t have parents, or siblings in your life, if you have friends or coworkers who care about you; they could still be considered family. The family doesn’t always come from blood, the family does, however, come from love.
Until next time…