7 Minutes of freewriting: The Hammer

I love the world.

I don't say that often enough.

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I spend a lot of time complaining about the state of my life and how everything seems to turn into crap at the most inconvenient time. I spend a lot of time complaining about how things never go my way and, to some extent, it hardly ever does. But it's days like these...when I'm feeling like there's nothing (major) going against me...and everyone's just so...freakin...nice...that I live for. I live for days when I realize who I can really count on. I live for days when I realize that, the people who I can't really count on, aren't so unreliable as I thought.

I live for clarity. When I realize that a certain way I've been thinking is skewed, I wanna possibly burst into tears. I live for moments when I accept things as they are and that most of my choices, as irreversible as they may be, were not necessarily the wrong choices. I live for moments when I realize that there is no such thing as a wrong path, as the traditionally wrong paths are merely speed-bump lessons towards the same destination. I live for moments when I realize that I'm alive...and that nothing else matters right now.

I live for Sundays of Soy-Iced Coffee and 1 hour's homework to do in the space of 3 hours.

And flowers, and rainbows, and all that jazz.

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Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels SO GOOD when it stops.