Thursday, November 26, 2015

At times I feel like my heart could burst from happiness,

At times it feels like a vise is squeezing it.

Both can happen in one day, more than one time, and I wish I knew how to ride these ebbs and flows better.

I was thinking of how we like to flatter ourselves by thinking that we're special: we are more gifted, more hardy, more realistic, been through more trials, more compassionate or more sacrificial than others.

It's all objective, isn't it?

We can pick and choose, can't we?

IU - glasses

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