Learn.Feel.Be.

Learn.Feel.Be.

It's those days...

when deep conversations come into play, when you laugh so much your abs get a workout, the days where you don't have to worry about anything, the days where someone messages you and a smile automatically comes to your face, the days when everything just seems to go the right way...

I love:

the exciting feeling when everything goes the way you want it to go. 

the smell of the air during the first rain. 

when I get surprise letters in the mail

when a friend takes the time out to call just to say hi.

when a door is held open for you 

when I find money on the ground

when I eat the perfect meal

when I accomplish tasks

laying on my trampoline and dreaming

driving out in the country with the windows down...

Those are the days and situations I live for.

But what about all the other days...?

The days when you feel like you failed your midterm, when you get in an argument with a friend or family member, the days when you fall off your bike or trip up the stairs, the days when you just feel lost or lonely, the days when you just really need a hug...

I've been thinking about those days a lot lately...

and without those ''bad'' days.. I don't think we'd appreciate the ''good'' days..

But I think the reason good days feel so amazing is becuase.. we persevere through all the tough days even though we feel like giving up. 

This past weekend, I went home.. and surprisingly it wasn't filled with bad days..

If you don't know my past.. 

It was filled with bad days.. and bad family expereiences.. I started to hate living in my house.. 

When i went home last Friday, I expected something bad to happen, that a really big argument would arise and I would never want to speak to them again.. And that I would just never come back, that I would run away forever.
But... it was actually very pleasant..and I enjoyed being at home. I mean at times, I still felt the tension between family members, but overall... I didn't want to leave. I enjoyed my house, friends, and town.. It felt like... finally, after all these years, I learned to love my house and family. It was an indescribable feeling....and I've been feeling it ever since I went home..

And the feeling is incredible..

So incredible... that I'm starting to feel loved...and...ever since then, I feel like I'm allowing myself to be loved. 

It's quite a weird feeling to tell you the truth...

I find it scary when I think too much about it..

And now I find myself ..living for the bad days...

be thankful for all the bad days you've ever had...becuase without them we would not know what a good day is..

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