*760 - I can live without you

When you're at the point in life
where you've worked so hard to get rid of weak, silly insecurities,
where you can look at yourself and accept yourself and then love yourself,
where you have learned to be alone without being lonely,
where you have learned that people come but they go but that's okay,
where you have learned that happiness comes from within,
where you have learned that happiness comes from God,
where you have learned to love life because it is beautiful the way it is right now,

then how can you tell someone "I can't live without you,"
because it's not true,

and if he says "I can't live without you,"
does that mean he's weak,
does that mean he's lying,
because he's been surviving pretty damn fine without you all this while.

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Just a thought.

I'm not morose. In fact, today was quite a happy day. Five hours of dancing, after four full days of not dancing at all!! How odd that felt. I'm glad I'm semi-recovered now.

Then again.

I think our feelings exist in rearrangeable layers. I can be happy at this instant. But if I dig into myself and coax a different layer up to the surface, I could very well be miserable. Dig into a different part of me, and I could bring up the fury. Or the hope. Or the hopelessness. Or the blessed.

And I think we have that choice. To dig into ourselves and paint on that final layer. It's not that it's fake or that we're hiding from ourselves. It's just a choice. A perspective.