And we're beginning again.
A simply wonderful new baptism
into a new, clean, right-out-of-the-packaging
week. That's something to be happy about,
I think. I am, at least.
This week,
sucked. Hardcore.
I hated this week
with an ungodly passion.
I want this week dead.
It was not enjoyable in the least.
But this one,
coming up on the horizon,
looks nice.
It looks less stressful, more fun.
Like summertime should very well be.
It's so perfect,
that we can begin again,
at will. In truth,
it would be easy to just
throw everything away,
scrape everything off the slate,
shake the etch-a-sketch,
and start again.
I don't know why people don't do it more often.
I honestly plan on having some point in my life
where I leave. Everything.
And begin again.
Because I can.
Because it would be a chance to make things
better.
Life is not about being unhappy.
Though, this week didn't seem it.
I was very unhappy.
I was distraught and upset and depressed.
I cried a lot.
But. Things begin anew.
Things can be better.
So we'll start over,
better this time.
And maybe this week,
I'll be able to write something good.
The skies will clear up, the temperature rise.
Maybe, this week won't be so damn upsetting.
I love beginnings.
They are simply beautiful horizons,
a great and new dawn into which
we may run, arms outstretched in ridiculous embrace,
to greet what may be.
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