It's only a few minutes past eleven in the morning and for a reason I haven't made sense of yet, I'm unusually happy. They say these kinds of things are directed by the alignment of stars and planets, or even meditation. But who are they, anyway? A sad bunch of astronomers? A troop of hermits?
Maybe it just happens.
Happiness isn't the type of thing you dissect. It's just something that possesses you. Unlike malady or spite, it's mostly ineffable. You just have it there, somewhere in the depths of your soul, and you won't make a blog post consisting of a thousand words about how awesome it feels like.
I don't even know what I'm typing anymore. I just feel so attached to this blog lately. I don't even think much about crowding it with my aimless thoughts. I just post.
Maybe it just happens.
Happiness isn't the type of thing you dissect. It's just something that possesses you. Unlike malady or spite, it's mostly ineffable. You just have it there, somewhere in the depths of your soul, and you won't make a blog post consisting of a thousand words about how awesome it feels like.
I don't even know what I'm typing anymore. I just feel so attached to this blog lately. I don't even think much about crowding it with my aimless thoughts. I just post.
