Life's Sludge and Value

While traversing the path of life, you are almost always tredding through sludge. No matter how dark or how putrid, the sludge is a hindrance of everyday life. The sludge comes in different forms. For some it is different, for most they are the same. For me, that sludge is sickness, depression, and the things that drive me to it. As I've told you before, I'm sick. I'm still sick; it has lasted for months now. I'm getting sick of it. But it seems this time, since apparently I'm not allowed to miss school, I'm spreading it. Yes, my virus hit the school today. Half the students left and a few of the teachers went with them. I feel guilty about it, but there's not much I can do, now is there? Also, my eyes. I already wear glasses, and that doesn't bother me. But recently I found out that the different tints in each of my eyes are not normal, nor are the flashes of light, and now...my eyes are starting to fail me even with my glasses. Worst of all is my depression and the things that cause it. Those things being the same as usual, the ones I have written of so many times...However, through the sludge of life you may often find things of value hidden in the murk. You can choose to pick them up, or to pass them by. I prefer to pick them up. The most recent ones are: my new story for a young writers competition and my new volunteer tutor job at the Middle School. Ever since my 8th grade Literature teacher suggested that I try writing I have enjoyed it. Nothing has made me happier, until now. Today was only the first day taht I have helped the kids in the Middle School. But already I feel like I'm making a difference. It makes me prouder than my stories ever have. I hope that someday I have a child or two of my own to guide through their difficult journey...Well, since things are getting complicated here, I'll leave you with that tonight.Until next time--Malachite