Are we just preoccupied with happiness?
There are days you feel you are losing out on yourself. You feel bizarre.
You feel the fibres of your being are dilapidating, inch by inch, atom by atom. You are so anxious about being content that only what you can feel is the befuddling hollowness. It's perpetual.
We have to acquire the actuality of life being a bittersweet peregrination.
There are going to be days where desolation feels comforting and bewildering altogether.
Ecstasy isn't always at one's disposal.
On days like this don't be oblivious. Everything won't seem adequate in a jiffy. Feel it but don't judge the moment. Your thoughts sometimes can make you unfathomable.
Let go in a consideration of your soul being refined anon.
When the conclusion seems obscure, you have to look for that little faith you know you have inside yourself that is going to guide you to that mindfulness afresh.
That hollowness is going to fade away.
You have to grasp the beauty of being vacuous for you to reconcile the demons in your heart.
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