I find myself trying to convince those around me that enjoying and making each day matter in a positive way rather than mere breathing is the way to go. My dad, for one, is an individual who gave up some 20 years ago. A lifetime. And there’s, apparently, nothing I can do or say to bring him out of the breathing mode he decided to be in. Though, looking back, I’m not sure he’s ever really enjoyed life. Unlike his dad.
I believe enthusiasm is a choice; therefore, I wonder why he chose to be a version of his mom instead of that amazing human being his dad was. He just sits there, rusting away in silence and a never-ending bad mood waiting for… nothing! … while life goes on around him.
I so wish I had the power to make him get out of that couch to have him share his soul -and take pleasure in it- without implying he might as well be dead.
It saddens me.