Recently I have become increasingly aware of the lack of enthusiasm showed by others for well, everything in general. What is the cause of this dulling of the senses to all but the mundane, or worse? Such a terrible waste of one's heart and all that they have to offer.
"Joy should be a state of normality" - Reese Krause
This lightness and brightness is my default disposition. It's such a beautiful place to be, relishing in my own peace. I endeavour to always take the time and effort to ensure this remains the case. It's one of the reasons I so love being me.
