Dear myself,
So this is what it feels like to be content. Not wanting anything more, not needing something more. Everything is just adequate. It has been a while ever since we felt like this, hasn't it?
The time that we're able to just sit, and smile. And say "Know what? I'm glad that I'm alive."
Surely, it's not every time that we feel like this, because turmoils may come crashing down not too long in the future. But, the times like this is what makes all the turmoils worth it.
Problems, sorrow, anger, betrayal, anything, just about anything that are capable to bring depression are a tool. A tool for us to appreciate the calm, tranquil time like this.
Sometimes... we are too caught up in our depression that we forget that times like this will come. No matter how long it is, it will come.
And we just have to believe.
So this is what it feels like to be content. Not wanting anything more, not needing something more. Everything is just adequate. It has been a while ever since we felt like this, hasn't it?
The time that we're able to just sit, and smile. And say "Know what? I'm glad that I'm alive."
Surely, it's not every time that we feel like this, because turmoils may come crashing down not too long in the future. But, the times like this is what makes all the turmoils worth it.
Problems, sorrow, anger, betrayal, anything, just about anything that are capable to bring depression are a tool. A tool for us to appreciate the calm, tranquil time like this.
Sometimes... we are too caught up in our depression that we forget that times like this will come. No matter how long it is, it will come.
And we just have to believe.
