It's all a matter of perspective

Everyday, all day, I cry. Cry in the morning. Cry in the afternoon. Cry in the evening. Cry in the shower, cry in the elevator, cry while I'm sitting here typing, and it's non-stop and has been going on for sometime now.

My life feels like one giant puddle. I'm still perplexed that my body can even produce tears at this point. The problem is I'm crying over an amalgamation of issues. Yes, I'm aware that everyone has issues, and I'm not an overly sensitive person either. What gives? I'm two tears away from closing up completely, and the stupid thing is this is over something I really wanted. L.O.V.E.


Michelangelo once said the best way to judge the essential elements of a sculpture is to throw it down a hill and the unimportant pieces will break away. While I wish could just throw my love life and all my feelings down the largest hill, I'm starting to feel like I'm being tossed down that hill. I suppose life is like this sometimes, and I just happen to be tossed down Mount Everest. Theoretically, when I reach the bottom of this hill, only the important things should be left. So, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to ride this hill all the down to the bottom, and hopefully by then my vision will be clear, and the only important things left will be standing there with me. For now, I'm just going to hold on tight to what I know, and keep the hope that still stirs inside me. It's all a matter of perspective.