Finding Zeal in Life Blog Challenge #3

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Finding zeal in life
Your life is short. It may sometimes feel like you live and then all of a sudden, your life is coming to an end. There is no doubt that there are going to be a mix of both good and hard times in your life. It is a fact that no one’s life is perfect, and that struggle is universal. Our coping mechanisms and the way we structure ourselves to deal with hardship may be different, but we all struggle. We all struggle with things that may seem petty or simple to the person on the outside looking in. They may think that we are being overly dramatic or silly when we fuss over the slight things, but that’s the whole idea. Someone else can not jump into our heads and measure the intensity of our sadness or anxiety.
How we measure it and how we decide to cope with it is up to us and us only. Some of us may even decide to seek therapy despite having solid support systems. This does not mean that we do not trust our support systems, however. It just means that we need someone to talk to who is not invested in our lives so deeply and has no strings attached.
Sometimes it is easier to talk to someone who does not have any bearing or consequence in our lives. It is sometimes easier to be honest knowing that they may not judge as harshly. Coping with problems and moving beyond them takes both time and patience. However, once you move beyond them, you begin the process of really appreciating your life for what it is. This means giving thanks for all things in your life, both small and not so small. It means appreciating your friends and family despite their flaws and shortcomings.
This means appreciating the beauty surrounding us in the outside world. It means appreciating both the sunset and sunrise. It means appreciating the silence in the dead of the early morning, which gives you time to think and reflect on how you would like for the day upon you to be. You choose your attitude towards life in the end. Make sure to choose wisely and try your best to conquer both the darkness and the light.

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