I was asked a rather curious question by a very dear ‘hug-buddy’ yesterday, it was something along these lines “How come small things upset you so much when you’ve dealt with larger stuff so well already in the past”… good question– and I thought I arrived at the most cheesy conclusion ever (sometimes you have the ‘strength’ (I hate that word) (and I hate multiple brackets within brackets) (but I can’t write better….)to deal with larger but not smaller things because you wnat some semblence of order and perfection in life))But I wonder perhaps imperfection is the order of the day.
I want to be able to laugh without a care…. happy times, not a bad idea in itself- but then what is the point of wanting. Nothing is yours till you find yourself…
I am searching.