The world is standing still right now, and yet the scenery is blasting past my eyes creating a blending tapestry of vivid and tantalizing color. There isn't any way to describe what I'm feeling without stepping into boundaries that I'm not quite sure I am prepared to breach. Happiness is a strange thing for me--almost like a man born without arms or legs who suddenly wakes up one day with a fully functional set of limbs.
I used to know happiness. Now that it's returning, I am not quite sure how to handle it. I feel guilty for feeling happy. Does that make sense? Once in a while, I get this sensation of guilt in my gut telling me that I shouldn't be happy because I don't deserve it. Truth is, everyone deserves to be happy. It's our right... at least in this country, anyway.
We should all just do what it takes to feel good before we die, because for all we know, there is nothing after this. This is all we get. Not that everyone should go "skydivin' and rocky mountain climbin'" but we should at least relax and let the world revolve around us for a change.
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