You can’t begin to imagine how much my heart aches. And I was supposed to write a happy letter. This was supposed to be the happy letter, finally.
Would it were that life were simpler and now that life is simpler I see it is the mind that is tangled. My head is knotted with thoughts, none consistent with the next. How I long to be quiet. One thought, one moment, one day at a time. One future that is optimistic. One past, escaped. Still it lingers in the spaces between until the spaces become the moments and the moments become the days. Failures overwhelm the successes.
Life is long and not what I wish it would be.
I try so hard to write my happy, but words come so easily to the sad. I will try again tomorrow when I may be content.