I find it extremely surprising that happy moments actually take a lot of resources to process. Heart keeps pumping blood at an amazing rate, the oxigen doesn’t seem to be enough for days now, and sleeping seems like a forgotten luxury.
Who said that happiness is easy to take? I guess the stupid fairy tales we read when we were little!
I thought I was strong enough for bad events and now I am discovering how weak I am for the best time I’ve had until now. Shoking!
However, I decided to be just as vulnerable as I feel. The most we could ever lose is actually ourselves and right now I think I’d rather lose myself if I don’t live this with everything that I am, than if I bail out.
I’m just unable to predic what „myself” will be at the end of this adventure…