there are many times within a given week
where i think to myself,
wow, i really hate this or
i'm so tired of this by now.
I start to despise this...thing, we'll call it.
dread it, really.
twist every thought of it in my head into
something much more horrible than it actually is.
but then, like today, my mom
will so cleverly put it into perspective.
& will remind me of all the good that
came out of this thing.
& it all starts to look a little better again.
so maybe, thinking about all the good things
that come out of something else
will make it all seem a little bit more bearable...
maybe.
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