Budgie’s Journal #108 – Space
I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t even know what I’m writing here. This isn’t an update, preview, or a blog entry. I’m just making statements, sentences, paragraphs.
I do know I’m happy. For the first time in a long while I can actually say that. I was hit off guard, taken by surprise. I was lifted up when I needed it the most.
And she knows why and how.
Being alone isn’t necessarily good or bad. Time to reflect is a must, but empty time can be bad if your mind can’t occupy it well. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Familiarity breeds content. Cliches bring extreme thinking.
I should write fortune cookies.
I can fill the empty spaces with my stories. I make them up in my head if I can’t write. I’m lucky like that. That little voice shuts up if I occupy him, and sometimes he needs to do just that.
But there’s times when paying attention actually pays off. You might do like I did and miss the parts where you were unhappy, mistaking continuum for bliss. It takes a moment of pure happiness to show you what you didn’t even know to miss.
The silence is always waiting, though. How will you greet it?