Can you?
Why is it we're so afraid of lasting happiness, friends? And how the devil do we keep it? There they are, those elusive, fleeting, gorgeous moments where everything in our universe suddenly falls perfectly into place and we look around at our family, significant others or our wee little pet. Yet two days later we find ourselves in the pits or mad about something so silly that ordinarily wouldn't cause us to even think a word of profanity. And our little pocket full of bliss is but a distant memory that we firmly believe will never, ever come round again.
We are such masochists by nature. We go into life expecting to be hurt, and certainly on occassion that sharp stab to the abdomen does occur. It's good for us. Character-building.
Some use that aching soul to write heartsick songs and sobbing love letters and the sort of revolting woe-is-me poetry. Does it mean that our wallowing will last forever? No. It passes in a sad undulating little wave like everything else in life and the next cycle begins. Often, this new chapter will bring you unmitigated bliss. So it goes.
Advice? For what it's worth, hold those happy remnants close to your heart at all times. On those awful, awful days when you want to punch an almighty crack in your bedroom wall you must think hard of smilier times and know they will come to you again. The days where you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, not smiling, when you cry through your breakfast, curse violently at everything and one. Know that you'll be back to your happy self before long.
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