Hope

So much has happened this week. I'm glad it's over.
Sure, there's plenty to do, plenty more stressors to come. But here I breathe a mighty sigh of relief as I think, Well, I got through that.
It's strange how all at once everything can change.
One good conversation, one good fight, one good cry in combination can make you feel reborn.

Sometimes, it seems as if every time I think, things are going to get better now, it turns out that the "getting better" part was only a phase, with the path of life lapsing exhaustedly back into its same depressed routine.
Two days in a row I've awoken feeling new. It seems almost ridiculous. Yet, who am I to push the feeling away? I know that if My life, my mind, my flying lark falls again to the ground, I will feel as if naivety gave birth to my hope before. Yet now it remains suspended in grateful relief, and I have no right to deny myself a taste of happiness.

I feel that perhaps all is distorted... but for now I am happy. So long as I am happy at once with being clear-minded, it may indeed last.


One can hope.