And its painful.
And something I fear is far less common in others than previously thought.
And sounds trite even to myself, dear reader.
And for that I apologize. I am a person capable of fierce happiness, shining moments of joy and celebration. The smallest things can bring me intense cheer and faith in humanity.
But this volatility has a backswing.
These moments of brief hopelessness. And I try to resist them. I thought about deleting my last post, embarrassed not only that the words are committed to paper, but moreso that I am even capable of forming them.
Maggie is supposed to be the happy one. The friend always good for a laugh. And I don't always mind being that person, but sometimes, it takes a toll on me.
Life is always what you make of it, but the flipside of that coin is that life is only what you make of it.
So I'll let the feelings stand. Written. Thought. Spoken. Felt.
But I'll strive to write more of the happy ones.
And indeed, to feel them.