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Sometimes the world scares me. With the sheer possibility of everything I imagined going wrong.

Sometimes the world comforts me. With the serendipitous joy I encounter.

Somedays it feels like a good mix of the two. Others my boat is rocking and the seas are stormy. But the negativity breeds and often leaves an aftertaste of bitterness. With enough consumption of sugar and candy, I assume it will be gone. I, however, still need facts to back up this assumption. And if I am wrong, I wonder if the bitterness is a sad reality of bad experiences. Does this bitterness help in some way?

 

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