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Dan and Dahlia staggered through the door, unable to comprehend the events that just transpired. CS no doubt was dead after the elevator fell.
Dan slumped into his office chair run his upper hand through his hair whilst Dahlia stared out of the window. She watched a pair of shoes swaying in the wind as they hung over a cable. In the last few weeks, she witnessed death, kidnapping, torture, violence, dismemberments and wondered how she was still sane. A humorless chuckle escaped her as she wondered if she really was still sane or if this was some mental breakdown from seeing her father dead in the end of an alley.
Dan swore and stood with such ferocity his chair flew backwards, bouncing off the filing cabinet, causing Dahlia to jump. He opened a drawer and grabbed a file, and then opened his desk. He handed Dahlia a bottle of spirit, asking her to empty it. As she walked to the sink, Dan quietly slipped a handgun into the back of his jeans, hoping he never had to use it. Just before leaving, he threw all his other files across the floor, making it look like someone ransacked his office.
This week, I could not resist photographing the Terrorist – Sully (Sullivan). He is a really gorgeous little creature. Admittedly, sometimes I could throttle him, but that’s kitties for you. He is just under ten weeks old and a real pleasure to have around.
Some situations cause us to drop through the floor with our self-esteem. We go to a dark place, and after a while, it seems the norm to be there. So much so that even the thoughts of being somewhere happy seem very foreign to us. We have to remind ourselves that we were happy before, we can be happy again. It is possible, and we can make it so. We have to look past the things that bring us down. Look at what made us feel like this, and deconstruct it. Look at each part and how we can alter each piece to change that frown to a smile. I’m not saying it is easy, because when we are in a bad place, we don’t want to see the good. We have to make a conscious decision to do it, and it is possible.
If you are in a bad place right now, I hope you can get out of there soon. I hope that you can get a smile on your face. Try to have a good weekend. Smile. It can help. Seriously.
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