A 41 Year Old Addict Says Good-Bye (And Shares His Observations and Regrets)

The amount of stress I’m seeing in the world right now is overwhelming.

People I know from Ukraine and Iran worried about home.  People navigating our Covid-filled world whether they’ve never tested positive or tested positive multiple times.  Parents trying to find needed badly needed medicine for their kids while teachers face half empty classrooms.  People who don’t know if they can afford their next months’ rent or the extra fees being charged by schools.  People battling addictions and mental illness.  People sleeping in ER hallways or in cold back alleys.

Sometimes it feels like everything and everyone has an edge right now.

But then you read something that helps restore perspective about how amazing life is, no matter how bad it seems

I wish I had not worried so much about the little things. I wish I had not worried so much about the numbers in my bank account or the punch of the time clock. All that time working. I had enough money to keep a roof over my head and to invest in what few hobbies I had, yet I still kept racking up overtime. And for what? Only to find myself here. It all came to nothing in the end. I robbed myself of the most precious commodity I had, time, in exchange for green pieces of paper and little metal discs. A perverse and twisted trade. Only now do I see the truth.

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