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Day One Hundred and Sixty-Nine:  Tehehehe..

Dictionary.com defines “supportive” by, loosely saying that they provide sympathy, encouragement, additional help, and helping to maintain a balance physically.  Support and being supportive is something we as human beings take for granted.  I would like to thank all of my support for being so fabulous, patient, and considerate to my ramblings, handfuls of inconvenient breakdowns, and my very loud irritating voice.  I wouldn’t be able to get through anything without you, and you probably know that.

It’s funny though, because tons of people find support through a variety of different means.  For example, some people believe that alcohol supports them through life: “Boy do I need a drink tonight,” or different kinds of drugs: “I need a toke to sleep,” and further yet: “I must pray to God to help me through this time.”  People seek support in different ways, who am I to say what is right?  (Although alcohol and drugs are kind of blatantly stupid, am I right?)

I do not consider myself religious, but I admire worship.  It seems kind of silly to me, and without offending anyone I will say in short that parables in a book are parables, and you’re ultimately worshipping the collective unconscious.  I however truly do admire worship in its glory.  I love sitting in on different kinds of worship, let it be Sunday school, concerts, service, inspirational, evangelical catholic united, monks in a lost Abbey in Tuscany or the screaming bible thumping man on Yonge St. in Toronto.  I love the way that humans rise and fall to worship within their nature and their habits. People who seek support through the worship community must feel really strongly, and for that all the power to you.

Support comes to those who let it in.  Support doesn’t need to be friends or family or the lord, but could be solace in mindless television, reading encouraging books or novels, writing councelling therapy love letters whatever gets you through, really, but it’s important to make sure that there is support there, because as much as we would like to think we are invincible gods we all fall, and we all need a trampoline of sorts to get us back on our feet again.

And thanks to my boss Jen for being a positive ambassador of engaging youth and role model in my life, and encouraging me to carry on when things got heavy.  I tip my hat to you, Jen, you’re a shining star.

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