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Popular culture is inundated in positive emotions. Every lifestyle and self-help book promotes it's content as the means towards attaining sustainable happiness, self-actualisation and guidance for "doing things the right way". This promotion, utter formulation of a strictly dichotomous and almost mutually exclusive relationship between “the good” and “the bad” makes one question: Aren’t the bad days there for you to recognise and revel when the good days arrive? Sometimes...doesn’t being lonesome in your struggles make you proud at the end of the tunnel that, you have seen the worst and survived? All by yourself. Through the immense strength that you truly thought you didn’t have? We all tend to bottle up all our worries in hopes that, if we don't acknowledge them long enough, one day they will disappear. But in doing so, shall we not forget the importance of trusting those who are happy and willing to be there for us, to lend a listening ear.



I sit here and I write this hoping that some sense will be made out of the words that flow through my fingers...

Empty words that seem to come together when I look at the computer.

I can't help but second-guess myself, my ability to do something that I know I was born to do.