It never ceases to amaze me how quickly life goes back to normal, equilibrium. Especially after an event i thought would devastate me for a long time. Sometimes it feels so normal, so fast, that I second guess that the event ever happened. Is that weird? Or do I continue to live in some fantasy world? I can't decide if that is a naive ideal or a mature one. Very conflicting.
Maybe my heart is finally realizing what my head had aware of for a while. My heart just didn't want to listen.
Everything happens for a reason, and I feel more content with my life now than I have been in a long time.
I wouldn't have guessed it.
Why does there always have to be one piece missing? Is there ever a time when someone truly has every piece of their life puzzle?
