The more I lose my grasp on reality the happier I become

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My sadness is temporary.

My pain irrelevant. 

My existence small.

And my problems even smaller.

 

So I will stand back.

I will stand back and let the pieces of my life fall into place.

I will stand back and watch as my problems fade into nothing.

But I refuse to let my small existence whither away with the rest of the world.

 

I look at the pictures on my wall and think of the memories in my head.

I was there. The girl in those pictures is me. 

She had different struggles, and potentially a better grasp on the frail pieces of life. 

But she is me, and I am her. 

 

I refuse to let my small existence whither away with the rest of the world”

 

I look at the photos on my wall, and I know her problems faded just as mine will.

But her happiness remains.

And that’s all anyone can really ask for in a world as cruel as ours.

 

Because sadness is temporary.

Pain will fade.

And nothing really matters when you’re merely a speck on the universe. 

 

So be happy before it’s all gone.