It is during times like this that happiness is defined. Ironically, though, every attempt to seal the feeling with words at most remains to be mere attempts. Perhaps because happiness is so overwhelming it's hard to understand. Or it just gets you so high you just don't bother to know why anymore.
What do I dare do? At least scratch the surface. After all, that's just how far my words can take you.
When again? Right now. When it's not too late to change the course of things. Well, it never is. But as Adam Levine puts it, "Things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do." Wrong becomes tolerable and the world tries to claim a new recruit. But the world is not where I belong.
When cut strings are tied together. I don't know if it's just right to so easily forgive and forget, to let thoughts of grand efforts pass, to be happy about words being blown away and hoped to reach somewhere. I don't know if it's okaye not to be cynical, not to shrug things off and mean it, not to hurt when the opportunity to do so is as big as it can get. But what is gained when someone loses? What good is there in others' pain? What is pride when everything else falls apart?
When circumstances grow worse the moment rock bottom is realised, and still His goodness shines through. It is such a joy to be low and know that everything will be better not because that's how to get through, because that's not. But because that's how things will be. Because faithfulness surpasses all dreadful situations and only makes each a reason to rejoice.
When the cheesiest things become source of comfort because they are underlined and intensified and felt. Fam is cooler than ever and every frame shrinks because the tiniest gaps and spaces are displaced.
When everything around me unfolds to show beauty. And goodness. And love. And I feel nothing but being soaked in blessings.
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