I never sleep as much as I should
August 26th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
I have this friend named Star. I won’t go into details and I’ll begin by openly admitting that I project far more onto her than what I actually know is there. But that doesn’t change the fact that she is relentlessly happy, and that her optimism is this strange unkillable beast. I wouldn’t even know what to do with those kinds of feelings, if I ever felt them.
The strangest thing is, if she were completely morose, it wouldn’t be a thing to scoff at. In fact, she has earned feeling sorrow. But instead she is joyful. Genuinely, unashamedly, joyful. How do you do that? How is that a thing?
It’s interesting to me that the Spanish word for “hope” is the same word for “wait.” They’re the same thing.
Yesterday evening a neighbor moved out of my building and let my cousin and I take his fine leather furniture. It’s inclusion has transformed our apartment into an extremely comfortable living space. In all, it’s a small addition, but it makes a world of difference.
Darth Vadar leads France into a desperate war with Russia. “Star Wars and Peace.”
