It has always seemed to me rather sad that lovely, sunny, positive and happy days are a catalyst for my thinking, analytical side. I have to admit, however, I do tend to be a lot more optimistic about the world on days such as this one...
I'm not really sure why – I choose to believe that I simply see more of the beauty of life when I feel that there is hope (in the broadest possible sense, that is.)
I'm not really sure why – I choose to believe that I simply see more of the beauty of life when I feel that there is hope (in the broadest possible sense, that is.)
It is only human, to project our thoughts, emotions, perceptions onto our immediate surroundings – be they people, animals, bus stops, etc.
Perhaps the point I was trying to make – with simple, direct words this time – is that I need more days like today, when I see the world through bloody pink-stained glasses.
I truly do need them... I do not think I shall be able to stand the hypocrisy of it all, otherwise.
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