Each of us has a story. We carry our story with us and repeat it over and over so that we feel safe and warm. Things make sense when we can make a story out of them. The trouble is when your story starts to bring you down. You don't like yourself anymore and don't want to live your life. It's pretty depressing. In fact it sucks. There's nothing anyone can say to change the story or make it better. The best we can hope for from others is for them to negate our feelings as being unfounded, yet deep inside we doubt the positivity others try bring us. On some level we're still holding on to our story because it makes sense.

Your story can't be changed by addressing your feelings alone, or by thinking positive thoughts about your story. These attempts sink in skin deep and make us feel better, without actually altering the cause of our depression. We end up explaining and justifying, comforting and repressing all the results of the story. The story doesn't change. The story is just becoming a saga, a drama, a tragedy.

So how do we change our stories so that we're not constantly battling ourselves and our perceptions? It would be great to hear your ideas. I'm running out of them. The only thing I can think of doing to change the story is to change my life... I mean really change my life, not just change the way I see it. Well wouldn't this be the answer to all of life! Simply change my life, wow that would be epic! Except changing means actions, and hard work and challenges and running out of answers...

It's no wonder we're accused of looking for an easy way out, a shortcut, a simple life! Who doesn't want to get off the world sometimes? So if we're all struggling with this then it seems to me that it's not some "simple problem" of laziness or inadequacy...rather it's the one thing we're all growing towards. We're looking for better ways to do the things we currently do. It's basic human evolution! How else did lightbulbs and robots come to exist? People were sick of spending all their time and energy on doing things in the only way they knew how, and finally created a way that was better for them.

I ask you now, do you honestly believe that we have to continue to suffer with our stories each and every day, each day the same? Must we carry the pain and struggle with us? Must we follow the rules that existed for past situations and no longer apply today? I ask you again, must we feel guilty for finding newer better ways to exist in bliss that don't conform to the expectations of others with different values?

At the end of the day, possibly when you die tomorrow, will you still have this very moment where you chose not to sacrifice your happiness?