Dawn, is so peculiar.
Because of being so sick, so often I rarely take the time to enjoy anything outside of my room...much less the sun rising and setting.
The light coming to life and dying away.
Colors being painted across the sky, spreading across like the laugh of a child and then fading away like the last sparks of life.
We have these huge post marks of life and death.
Everything else in between helps some give some meaning.
It's so hard to remember how and why.
Contrary to popular belief I am not miserable all the time.
I just tend to feel things far too intensely for my own good.
Put me alongside those who are happy and I feel their joy.
Likewise for the miserable.
A pity Jesus said nothing about going to parties, concerts, playing more video games, watching more comedies and laughing more.
Then again, life is to be lived.
Who was it that said life was wasted on the living?
I've done and seen some amazing things.
Feeling the wind in my hair, the taste of salt on the air, the sounds of laughter and the mists of rain as a gentle kiss.+
So many of the small things in our lives reflect who we are, who we really are deep within us and behind all the masks we try to hide behind.
So that makes me wonder what my love of the absurd, silly and none sense says about me...if much at all.
As the day begins, much like it will end...in bed and darkness...I can't help but wonder what will or can happen today. How much pain, how tired, how life will happen and everything in and around the between.
Somethings and some people I may miss...but most I won't.
Most of the things I cannot.
Why waste my time worrying and grieving over things that were make believe in the first place?
Maybe I can have some non-cynical conversations today as well.
And maybe pigs will start flying as well.
Never know, right?
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