Life Lessons

I've been watching a lot of TV lately. Between that and screwing around playing mindless games on the internet it's pretty much all I have the energy to do. Normally I watch pretty trashy tv; mindless, reality drivel that is all, in the moment, and not so heavy on plot or theme. But every once in a while I watch an actual scripted show. Something trying to have plot and a point and trying to move the viewer or teach a lesson. And what lesson have I learned? I've learned that my life is the lesson.

I suppose there are other lessons that appear from time to time, but by far the most prevalent thing the shows like to teach is that you should appreciate what you have, that things could always be worse, you could like have a sick, dying or dead kid or something.

So what's a person supposed to do when everywhere they turn they are reminded over and over again that they are living everyone in the whole world's worst nightmare. What lesson am I supposed to learn from that, where am I supposed to find hope. I know things could be worse. I do know that. I have much to be thankful for in my life. But the sad fact is, I had much more to be thankful for before M died. And I was thankful, truly I was. I had learned the lesson already, believe me. I had watched plenty of TV even before I was left in a stupor when my baby died.