Good things... they never last, do they?

It's something that becomes more obvious with every time. Those highs of life, when you believe it will never end, when you can't even imagine a moment, or feeling for that matter, when it was otherwise. Though I haven't been naive enough to do so for awhile now.

I tend to try and savour the time, almost trying to salvage the feeling of pure bliss and the joy experienced to back to later when needed. So far it hasn't worked. Won't stop me from trying though.

Another thing I noticed is that the drop from a high seems even more sudden and usually even more horrible simply because you were expecting it, just because weren't ready relinquish that scrap of happiness that life had lent you for so brief a time. Well, at least you had it to begin with, I suppose.

Personally, expecting it is still a bonus, since it allows you to look at it almost as though from the sidelines. It gives you a certain patience and calmness, an ability to ride out the worst of it as long as it lasts. I am yet to discover what happens when that complacency runs out...

But, as they say, with every high comes its low, and after every low comes its high. For now all that is left to do is to ride out the storm, and look towards the horizon to the evasive sun, waiting for it to come out and bring its rainbow... Or two.

Me paenitet ~