Came across this while scouting for all things psychoanalysis-related. Seems very interesting and I wonder if they have this in bookstores islandwide. ...but it's hard to stay mad when
there's so much beauty in the world.
Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing
it all at once and it's too much.
My heart fills up like a balloon
that's about to burst.
And then I remember
to relax...
and stop trying
to hold on to it.
And then it flows
through me like rain,
and I can't feel anything
but gratitude...
for every single moment...
of my stupid little life.
You have no idea what
I'm talking about, I'm sure.
But don't worry.
You will someday.