i think im lucky sometimes
"You suffer from chronic dissatisfaction" i say.
a narrative ive given myself to explain why when everything is good, even great --i drown in the sad. and when i am free and happy, i am uncomfortable in the now. i think im lucky sometimes-- i smiley freely and truly. i feel deeply and in excess. i mean well and i often do well too. could this be an innate part of the human condition? can happines truly exist without some sad?