Remember the depressed kids in high school? Often called emos or goths, they could often be found bouncing around in skimpy outfits on the sidelines during sporting events.
No, wait. I’m thinking of the chess club.
The goths dressed all in black, absolutely never smiled, spent all day writing poetry about death, and radiated sadness.
Did you ever wonder what happened to those people? Continue reading “Finding the Cloud Behind the Silver Lining”