What are you going to do?

I find that often times, I’d fall into a bad situation where things seems hopeless. Where some sort of depression gets brought on by a sudden influx if strong emotions. I’d get paralyzed and then somehow, miraculously pull through.

And every time when I managed to do that is because certain recurring event. “What are you going to do about it?” A question that appear at the back of everyone’s mind in such hours. Whenever the answer is nothing, I find, is the wrong answer, because the question only gets loud enough to be heard, when I am truly desperate.

Nowadays, I’ve learned to extrapolate into the future and peek at what question will eventually be asked. I also find that the measure of any person’s abilities is in what they do when they are faced with the question.