Today he feels as though the world has been lifted from his shoulders.
He has no specific reason to feel this unexpected joy, though he has an idea of where it's coming from. He knows now how precious life is, and how every little moment is worth enjoying. Without the bad, there can be no good. After the past few weeks, he never thought he'd have a good week again. Yet he did...
He'd always heard people say "It's always gets better," yet he realized now that it always does. It's naive and juvenille to expect everything in life to be handed over on a platter. It just doesn't happen that way. Life is cruel and unfair, filled with enough toil, pain and sorrow to make even the most cheerful souls weep.
Yet the good times make it all go away. Something so small as time spent with friends on a Thursday night or having a week alone can completely turn around a bad week. This has truely been a good week.
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I think what you say in this piece is so true. We often forget that life isn't always easy. Without pain we do not grow as people, and getting through each day is not always easy. In other words, I really like your writing, it kept me glued to the computer.
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