Little things
Lately. Life is pretty awful.
I don't really have enough money to eat. I'm actually glad I don't have a car, 'cause even with gas at $1.85 I wouldn't be able to go anywhere. School is kicking my ass, I'm afraid to go home, and all the classes I need next semester, are full. I seem to have a fever.
But the trees here are amazingly red, and the studio is full of friends and loud music. And it's snowing.
Somehow, the fact that nothing is going right, is overshadowed by the sheer amazingness of the world. The ground is inches deep in jewel-bright leaves and I have ink on my fingers and I have friends.
A month or so ago, I would have told you adamantly that the little beautiful things in life weren't enough to make a person happy. But they have to be. So few people have the big things right that no one would be happy if they weren't. Everyone has the sky. Everyone can look up and know that there are hundreds of thousands of interesting people who can see exactly the same sky.
That should be enough to bring at least a small smile to everyone's mouth.
So it's hard to get down about being broke and behind in school and sick, when the colors in the world are singing to you and the sky shedding.
Hurray for me suddenly being disgustingly happy?
I don't really have enough money to eat. I'm actually glad I don't have a car, 'cause even with gas at $1.85 I wouldn't be able to go anywhere. School is kicking my ass, I'm afraid to go home, and all the classes I need next semester, are full. I seem to have a fever.
But the trees here are amazingly red, and the studio is full of friends and loud music. And it's snowing.
Somehow, the fact that nothing is going right, is overshadowed by the sheer amazingness of the world. The ground is inches deep in jewel-bright leaves and I have ink on my fingers and I have friends.
A month or so ago, I would have told you adamantly that the little beautiful things in life weren't enough to make a person happy. But they have to be. So few people have the big things right that no one would be happy if they weren't. Everyone has the sky. Everyone can look up and know that there are hundreds of thousands of interesting people who can see exactly the same sky.
That should be enough to bring at least a small smile to everyone's mouth.
So it's hard to get down about being broke and behind in school and sick, when the colors in the world are singing to you and the sky shedding.
Hurray for me suddenly being disgustingly happy?