To get out of a bad day, you have to keep moving.

Sometimes I am so flustered, I am wary of doing anything. It doesnt matter if its mundane or exciting. I am not even paying attention to what it really is. To me when I am down, I am totally lost. Lost in my own little world where I keep telling myself how things are going to work out and how everything is going to be fine.

At one moment I am alright and the next, something hits me and I am like what's happening to me. I feel like I am going deep down the rabbit hole, from where there is no coming back. I understand that there are major, legit, life and death issues which people face in many parts of the world. I get it. I feel for them. But that doesn't take away my feelings from me. Why would you call my problems first world problems then? Why would somebody who doesn't know me, get to decide how I should feel?

Sadness is sadness. It doesnt know how to differentiate like humans. So if I am sad, I am sad. You cant say my sadness is lesser than yours. You dont know that. It doesnt make any sense when people start comparing. Whoever said- Comparing is the thief of joy is right.

A person can have sorrow even if they have all the luxuries of life. So what's the point of comparing. You can live in a small tent and still be happy. Some might think being rich makes you immune from sadness. If you are rich, how can you be sad. It doesnt make any sense to poor people if rich people are sad. The poor have to face so many hardships for their mere existence, that they feel if I had all the luxuries in life, I would be so happy. They dont relate to rich peoples sorrow. Similarly when poor people are happy, the rich cannot fathom how a small tent with no amenities and luxuries can keep a person happy. So if different people are looking for happiness in different things, how can one compare?

You will always feel disappointed no matter what if you are comparing with people who have abundance in life. So if at all you want to compare then do it with people who face scarcity in life. Then you will realise how better off you are.

After deliberating on all of these points one realises that no matter how in deep shit you think you are, that is not going to be permanent. Thank God ! for the only thing which is constant is change and not sorrow. If you want to come out of the shackles of feeling depressed then you need to fight for it. Albert Einstein has said - "Life is like riding a bicycle, if you want to keep your balance you have to keep moving".

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