The Bomb Drops

It's funny how disappointments hits you all at once. I was just talking about how I was on top of the world, and now a week later it seems like everything has a sour taste to it.

Perhaps, at any time in your life, you are constantly bombarded with disappointments. But most of them roll off your back; they don't mean anything to you. But then, something comes along and makes you take notice. Now you're noticing all the disappointments you face every day and all the kicks you've been taking. Suddenly, you're weary.

I won't bore you with the details because, frankly, they don't matter. No one's going to remember them in two weeks, anyways. What does matter is how you respond to your situation and, to be honest, I am pathetic. I was feeling defeated and battle worn. Standing in the emptiest place on earth, the supermarket, in aisles lined with boxes of cereal and cookies, I felt lost.

When I got home I watched Gran Torino. Walt, Clint Eastwood's character, was wandering blindly through his life until he found a purpose in being a guardian over his neighbors. As the credits start to roll, I am stricken with the realization that it's okay to be lost. Who knows when you'll find your purpose or what it'll be.

A friend of mine told me to persevere. Well, don't worry. That's the easiest thing for me to do. But I'm curious, I turn to movies but what does everyone else do in times of distress?