Don’t you hate it when something great happens, and then it gets buried under the rubble of a hundred nerve-wrecking incidents.
Nerve-wrecking would be an exaggeration. Mildly nerve-wrecking.
It’s rock after rock until it’s a mini mountain that sits over all of your happiness.
Art exhibition was an amazing experience. I’m working on a piece about it, it’s going to take some time.
But then came the bad stuff.
One sad call after another.
One message in distress after anther.
Until the happiness just faded and then it’s just another gloomy day.
I was on the edge when I got my sister’s call. Since bad news was related to my family, I felt a little better after talking to her.
We both agreed, negativity gets to us so easily and stays for a lot longer than happiness.
Given our history, we will probably always be struggling mentally on some level.
Some days we win, some days we don’t.
Hope tomorrow has better things to say 😉
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Thanks. I actually do have better things to say.
It passed like eveyrhting else 🙂
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even so dark as they might appear those moments can sometime inspire great works of art as history has often shown,
so we might as well harvest those moments with creative productivity
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how did i forget this!
a friend called me tragedy artist for the same reason, this time i was just triggered and agitated.
Will try to remember it next time. thanks! 🙂
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