Joyful without cause

Some days I’m joyful and silly and goofy without cause. Part of me is tempted to say I wish every day could be like this, but I wonder if that would detract from its appeal.

The depressed days have their advantages too, though I fail to understand them both in the pit as well as on days like today: with the sun shining bright, orange lipstick adorned, and plenty of chocolate in my system.

I write poetry and I dance - what a life I live.

I know in an hour I’ll be frustrated by my perceived “waste of time”. What have I accomplished today? Yet at the same time, it’s often in these moments of bliss and inexplicable ecstasy that I get my best ideas; I craft my greatest works.

In this moment I opt for a simple blog post, though no one know really knows this exists. Does that make it less relevant?

Do I care?

At this moment…not at all.