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Jul 2015
You know that feeling you get when you hear a song for the first time and you just know instantly that you love it. It puts you in a sort of alternate reality. I wish I felt like that all the time.
You know that feeling you get when somebody says something funny or cracks a joke that makes you forget about everything else in the world at that moment but how funny and effortless that moment is. I want to feel like that all the time.
You know that feeling when you walk outside for the first time in the day and the world just kind of takes your breath away. I particularly feel euphoric when it's acting like it's going to storm but it's not actually storming. Cool wind, dark skies, I love it. Makes me want to go on adventures. You know that feeling that you get when you just suddenly recognize the beauty within the world and you get this urge to just go adventure and do awesome things...but instead you just put on your work uniform and go to work. Again, and again, and again. day, after day, after day.
I love life, but life only loves me back like half of the week. I wish life was lovely every single day, and I know what they say. They say, "it's your attitude, it's your mindset", And yes, I get that, and I can be happy anytime really.
It's just that, c'mon, what is more lovely.
making tons of pizzas and doing dishes in a depressing store that's 87 degrees on a "good" day, and getting yelled at by customers, and washing 20 pans by hand while simultaneously sweating 20 gallons a minute, or exploring and listening to Lana Del Rey, picking flowers, cooking simple but perfect little meals, cleaning the house, writing letters to family members, watching lovely little movies that make you feel some type of way about life. looking at the sky. I don't know, maybe I just need to come to terms with reality. Life is pretty hard but it's a lot easier when you have someone to love. I never mind going to work really, because I get to come home and spend the night with my love and at that point, nothing really matters. I just start to worry that I'll become too content with being discontent 50 percent of the time.
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