Today I realised that putting something down doesn't necessarily mean
that you’re letting it go. When you let something go, you possibly don’t care
where it’s headed, (probably to Idea Purgatory or some sort) and there is a definite
note of finality. But when you put something down, there’s always the probability of
picking it back up because you know exactly where you left it. Today I confidently say that I have regained a balance in life, and that I have emerged a little wiser. Today I also confidently say that I've been having the urge to swim so if you do too please ask me along.
Maybe it seems a little all too easy, but I suppose that's the way the universe works, that all the time you've been twiddling about in your mopey existence until enough is enough and the next thing you know the birds are singing and the sun is shining and the rainbow is hanging up in the sky again and the world as you know it is beautiful once more.
Okay maybe it's still not as beautiful as it used to be, but I'm sure it's becoming a little more beautifuller by the day. So chin up and soak in the sights.