you just get off the bus one day, and you’re alone, and you feel fine, the sun is slightly out, there’s a soft breeze playing with your hair
and you don’t mind that
and you don’t mind being alone, because people pass you by, and cars rush past, and blossoms are in bloom
and you’re just happy and content with being, with existing.
for once, you’re just happy with your life, and even though it’s come at the most random moment: simply stepping off the bus, you’re so thankful
because these are the times life is worth living for, because you never believed you could feel content at the simplest things in life
and though it isn’t always permanent, in fact it’s very fleeting; coming in waves, and when you least expect it, it reminds you that you made the right decision to continue through the worst and darkest moments, when you really couldn’t see any hope.
i guess, sometimes you have to experience really horrible and mean things to appreciate the better days.
it’s a cycle, things are temporary and don’t last – sadness and happiness are just the same, they come and go.
life is imperfect, but that’s what makes it the best: the not knowing, the ambiguity.
i’m listening to glass in the park by alex turner, walking through that green bit near when i grew up. i have depression, but i don’t feel it today.
i’ll start with saying i don’t really know what to say. i don’t feel sad, but i don’t feel that happy either. all i can explain right now is a feeling of existing, with 0 clue of what the current purpose of my life is- in the least depressing way.
there are things i’m looking forward to, gigs like the 1975 this week, or ones which are months away. and going out with my pals etc.
but what about the moments when you’re alone- the times in between the things you look forward to… the things you have to endure, to experience *actual* happiness? the bits in between like writing a 4,000 word essay in 3 days because you procrastinated and left it way too late, or attending lectures and seminars when you don’t want to because you let anxiety get in the way, or scrolling on Instagram and delving way too deep in to stalker mode on someone who you don’t even know but assume they have the perfect life, so of course you want to be them and begin to self-loathe, or having to read a book you’re really not interested in. but, some of the ‘in between’ days can actually be worth it and satisfying, if we make good use of them- like turning the page of a good self-help book, or watching a really brilliant film (dead poets society), or, scrolling through funny twitter threads.
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