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?

-Budgie Bigelow
12/1/17

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