podeamSitting for Epiphany
There are times you sit alone and think and an epiphany of your life’s true meaning strikes; there are times when you sit alone and think and all you get are a dozen and a half mosquito bites.
Apparently, I am more prone to parasites than I am to revelation.
However, I think I came to terms with relationships manifested over the years; the good, the bad, and the ugly. I think I can cherish with the first, live with the second, and try forget the last.
Basking in the mere company of people you are comfortable with is one of life’s few repeatable pleasures. Minor discomfort about not fitting in is simply washed away by the unconditional acceptance of people you’ve come to love.
Bad relationships I would define just as being those not good; Bearable annoyances and necessary pain, it is simply a hullo-how-bye practice.
The ugly, however, sting nasty and bad. Good friendships gone bad, a single glimpse of the individual is potent enough to sully all afore-mentioned pleasures of personal contentment.
Only people who were close enough to touch your heart would be capable of hurting it so.
Sitting alone in the wee hours of the morning alone in-front of a chalet, I collect bites with hope for enlightenment.