at times when im resting like this, i feel it. a stray
thought is a large enough trigger. a small breeze that will leave
my chest feeling tight and heart heavy. happiness exists in
between these stray thoughts. it is shortlived but it exists. it
is shortlived but i will work hard to extend the happy period.
the happy to anxious ratio will favour the bright side. i
won't give up. this tight feeling is no longer welcome. today
is my life. a happy life won't knock on my door. i need to
build the house at happiness's doorstep instead. building the
life i want begins with building habits that will get me there.
i'm progressing, i refuse to be stagnant.
