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Last week was better than I have felt in a long time. I was inexplicably happy or content for the most part, and those little things didn't drag or keep me down. There were very few intervals between last Monday and yesterday where I felt sad, or angry. It was very nice.
"where do you think we are?"
I like bittersweet stories and songs, sometimes the saddest things are the most beautiful, and out of pain can come the most touching works. Happiness is a detachment from reality sometimes, because sometimes you need to forget what the world is really like to feel content in it.
In loss, in sickness and sadness, the pain of the world is felt, people draw together or fall apart. You don't know who you are when everything is going well, and you don't know what you are capable of until you are forced into it sometimes.
**This is a draft I thought I posted a week ago, and I don't really care to add anything to it, but I suppose I'll post it anyway. Quantity? Quality? Who needs either!
So, last night I went into my kids room to hug her in her sleep. I kissed her head a few times and told her I loved her. This kid sleeps through the Harleys that pass by her window at night, and we live next to a fire station. But when I whispered "I love you", still asleep, she said "I love you too."
"where do you think we are?"
I like bittersweet stories and songs, sometimes the saddest things are the most beautiful, and out of pain can come the most touching works. Happiness is a detachment from reality sometimes, because sometimes you need to forget what the world is really like to feel content in it.
In loss, in sickness and sadness, the pain of the world is felt, people draw together or fall apart. You don't know who you are when everything is going well, and you don't know what you are capable of until you are forced into it sometimes.
**This is a draft I thought I posted a week ago, and I don't really care to add anything to it, but I suppose I'll post it anyway. Quantity? Quality? Who needs either!
So, last night I went into my kids room to hug her in her sleep. I kissed her head a few times and told her I loved her. This kid sleeps through the Harleys that pass by her window at night, and we live next to a fire station. But when I whispered "I love you", still asleep, she said "I love you too."