I am unusually happy lately. And I hate this part – the moment I become aware of this ‘unusual’ happiness. I hope I will evolve to someone who would not crib about being aware of happiness.
And I wish I would have the patience and wisdom of writing down the events that lead to the awareness. I guess I am just trying to protect my individuality – you know with each passing day, you lose a part of the original you and crap of such high caliber.
And I should also give up the idea of always writing original and meaningful. In short term, nothing is meaningful anyway.