- I don’t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing.
Whether it is an old text post or a pathetic handwritten note, rediscovering it serves two purposes: either for closure or to gain a different (yet not necessarily better) point of view.
I can vividly recall the time of day and where I sat to vent. Certain feelings resurface, obviously, but I like to observe how well I react. I don’t know … I can hold a grudge if you really piss me off.
I don’t like to write in my journal anymore because a majority of my entries are complaints and lamentations, and this year I made sure to stay buoyant. It is easier for me to express negativity in words than it is to express any variation of happiness, just as it is more liberating to sing a song that makes you go off like a firecracker than to dream of summertime in the dead of winter.
I don’t let go right away because I just may miss an opportunity if I misread/overlook the signs. I stay. (It may be a little unhealthy. Oh well.) I can’t say I didn’t forewarn you.
This weather though… always complements my mood.