When you're just waking up, that sense that you have of the world is pure instinct. It sets the tone for the mood you're in and the day you're going to have. If you're excited that instant upon blazing back into consciousness, something good is bound to happen. If you're dreadful, then something about the torpid grip of sleep didn't wash away the difficulty you're going to have to face once again now that you've got your wits about you. And then the world slowly starts coming together, like a jigsaw puzzle in the hands of a hyperactive three year old. The things that affect that instinct, that mood, slowly become clear. That girl you like, but doesn't like you back. The knowledge that your home isn't your home much longer. That hoping against hope that you'll get that job and somehow pull off the heroic hollywood ending of saving yourself just in the nick of time. Only to hate yourself for hoping, knowing that hope is such a fragile thing and so easy to crush. But for some people, for me, that's all lined with the steel necessary to know that no matter what the day throws at you, you will rise above and you will overcome. Through hardship or sorrow, crushed hopes or soaring dreams... You can't touch me, you can't stop me.
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jamielee:
get it!
malloreigh:
Ha ha. Yeah, the flash reflects in the mirror. Who knew? I don't use flash. 