THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER,

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRENCH

 

When you feel like you have hit rock bottom and it feels like you’re in the gutter there is no place left to go but up. Everything has its upside. If you stretch and reach for the light and there is nothing but green grass all around you. Right?

When you are in a rut everything is the same. If there is a glimmer of hope you may not see it because you have your blinders on. We see through a myopic lens that is dirty and out of focus. Been there done that is our battle cry. We wave the white flag of surrender and collapse into a stupor. We relapse into Eeyore and ask – “Why bother?”

What is needed to get out of that hole, the trench, the rut, is a vision. We need to look at things differently. We need to see the novelty in the same old, same old, and find something new, turn it around and flip it. Novelty gets the old brain chemistry churning and infuses us with energy. Energy to lift our heads up, enliven our hearts and compel us to accept the old and make something new. Reduce. Reuse. Recycle.

Vision and imagination instill in us a reason to get up in the morning. It kindles the spark of curiosity and opens doors, minds, and hearts. If you were stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean, wouldn’t you find new and inventive ways to find food and stay alive? That’s we are talking about here.

Survival of our well-being, our health and our reason for being. Our purpose and doing our part in our relationships, families, and communities rely on us staying alert and involved and aware.

Depression takes hold and pulls us down and works at keeping us there. It is anger turned inwards. It has the strength of gravity and more. It fills us with lead and shuts us down and closes us off from ourselves and everything else.

So, if we can look for the twinkle of hope, the ray of sunshine, the silver lining in the dark cloud whilst we muddle through the muck and the mire and vault out of the mundane ditch we may find ourselves slipping into and look at everything as if new for the first time. Maybe just maybe we can have green grass and high times forever.

JEFF TURNBULL