I’m not much of a blogger. I mean, I specifically try to avoid it just like how I’ve stopped drawing because I could only draw negative, unhappy things for a while.
However, after the past couple discouraging months, I got a phone call. This phone call was from my brother’s hospital asking me to call them back. Immediately, I called them back because I was worried that something may have happened to him.
When I called the lady back, it turned out to be good news. My brother is 100% better. I am overwhelmed with emotion when I think about it because I’m so happy. I only have to encourage him to attend his group sessions so they can release them. The hospital called me to ask me to encourage him to attend group, and take him out often.
When I think of the future, I think, “What am I going to do?”
I will probably have to get a better-paying job and get my own place to take care of him.
A lot has really changed. My brother and I used to fight a lot. Now, I’m the only one he talks to.
My parents said, “You may fight and hate each other now, but someday you both will be best friends.” My parents were right. My brother and I are all each other has. We’ve seen a lot of people come and go in the past six years, and for the most part, he and I have been consistent as siblings.
The point of this is, there are always possibilities.The only thing that is finite in this world is death. Keep living with determination and belief, and almost anything can happen. When things are unhappy, tell yourself, “It could be worse,” and ” There are better things to happen in the future.”
Today I didn’t realize how much I am behind compared to the rest of the world when it comes to the holidays.
It is my first Halloween where I actually saw trick-or-treaters since 2007 (that was the month my dad died that year so I didn’t care and was busy with family).
I saw girls wearing really short skirts and tight dresses, saying “Trick-or-Treat!” They looked like they were in high school or middle school.
I was pretty shocked.
Maybe I have been living in a cave or shut in for the holidays, or being a little estranged has caused me to not be atuned to what’s going around the world.
I thought to myself, “Isn’t this supposed to be a children-friendly event?”
If holidays weren’t, would Santa be delivering presents in a speedo?
I really don’t know…. Maybe I’m shocked because I grew up in an Asian/White neighborhood with lots of little kids and parents that dressed in decency….
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