oh! the human experience.
what a frightful joy.
how absolutely vivid are emotions when one permits oneself to indulge in them.
our barest vulnerabilities are what differentiate between the experience of life and pure existence.
i think of emotions like colors sometimes.
the emotions of the rainbow, if you will.
occasionally something touches you and it makes you feel all dirty-end-of-summer-pool-that-needs-to-be-put-away swamp green.
other times our days leave us feeling all rosy and warm inside.
most of the time i’ll feel ten different emotions in a day and have to think of ten different colors that suit them.
it’s a weird little trick, sure.
but it helps me to appreciate the fact that i’m alive even when i’m feeling blue.