And just when you thought it wasn't safe to leave the cupboard under the stairs, something happens to let you know you needn't have been there in the first place.
That smile you had hidden in the inside pocket of your deepest darkest winter jacket, can start escaping into the open like the you're The Joker on a family pack course of Valium. And it's contagious. Suddenly that thing that pisses you off every single day, that cretin driving at 2mph, makes you chuckle instead of wanting to jump out, run alongside and harpoon the coffin dodger.
Even a conversation with a call centre ends in 'goodbye' instead of 'fuck off and die'. Must be going soft in my old age. But it feels great. Like the opening, lighter nights as Winter's beaten into submission by a rampant Spring. But I draw the line at Parking Attendants. Yes, parking attendants- you're not Traffic Wardens, they're 15 steps up the evolutionary ladder compared to you, you parasitic non-jobbers-in-silly-hats-with-fat-arses.
Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes, happiness.
Never forget how good that moment feels, when your heart reimplodes with fireworks. It should be a daily occurrance, not a once in a while experience. Do what you have to do to maintain it. Make everyday another new experience and get excited all over again. Recycle the happiness, keep it up.
This one's dedicated to the Irish Sea, thanks for nothing! :)
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