Life is so versatile. One moment it can be exhilarating, the next stagnant. One day it’s happy, the next it’s sad. I find it fascinating that something so simple as merely existing automatically provides you with an interesting narrative. Granted, perhaps not one that anybody else wants to read, but interesting none the less. I guess it’s because of the low points in our lives that we have the ability to appreciate the highs, but it doesn’t make it sting any less. So I suppose that all there is left to do is grin and bear it, and then move on.
Wow, I suck at being existential.
