Sometimes my brain hits me with the most mundane memories, and even those bring comfort & nostalgia at times. Trying to appreciate all the little things and enjoy the moment.
Due to my mental illness, I'm never really very happy or very sad. I live in a state of general contentment though, which for me is preferable to experiencing either extreme.
A gift I've received from years of spiritual/psychological work and exploring has been the ability to, every once in a great while, experience and create beauty while it happens. It's so much more pure than that vague sense of loss that comes with reminiscing.
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