Rock bottom is always five floors lower than you think it actually is. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing really. Or perhaps it’s more of a comfort than anything else. I hate when people say, ‘It could be worse’. I feel it’s only right to meet that with a hearty ‘screw you’. Instead I think what I’m trying to say is when you think you’ve reached rock bottom, you’ve accepted the fact you’re living in a house without a basement. There’s no room for manoeuvre, there’s no extra space. Imagine that the moment you’ve convinced yourself that you’ve reached rock bottom you suddenly move house. And this time there’s a basement. This time there’s a chance to go deeper. Only you’ve moved into Bruce Wayne’s mansion and that basement is five floors deep. So now you’ve got to get down there, and the lift just ain’t working yet. Which means either you have to jump (which I wouldn’t really recommend), or you gotta tie yourself with a rope and climb down there yourself. Sounds like a lot of effort, right? And all that time you’re thinking of what to do there’s another option just sitting there staring at you. How about you don’t get to rock bottom just yet? How about instead you explore the mansion? How about you decide that rock bottom isn’t worth missing out on living life?
Convince yourself that you’re not at rock bottom, convince yourself that there’s still a fight within you, convince yourself that it’s not time to give up just yet. Head up, champagne in hand, wipe your ass with a dollor note, and live it up billionare style. Doesn’t matter if it’s all in your head, life’s there to be enjoyed and your imagination is your best friend. 🙂
I want to apologise about the fact this post is late and came after midnight. It took me a little longer to realise I’m not at rock bottom just yet.
I’ll see you in a few hours pretty people ♥
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