I canNOT believe how much work I’m buried under just 5 weeks into the semester. But then, for the first time in years, I am happy. Really. Oh my god right? (crap i just noticed the pun) Atheism really agrees with me. I think for once in my life, I’m freed. From everything. For once in my life, I see happiness as something that is mine to grasp. If I’m not careful here, I might just embrace optimism as well. Maybe I have already.
But thankfully though, I’m not about to exclaim about the beauty of life (!) and twirl around with glee or something. Life is… life. It is for us to make. For now, I’m happy to have my lovely neighbours, friends and pretty stilettoes I drool over but can’t afford yet. Phew! (and the alright hair that I’m afraid to cut again.)