I'm in this oddly optimistic place at the moment.
Like, the place where you're completely confident in the notion that there is someone wandering around in the universe now who will love you entirely, irrevocably, and to an extent that is awe-inspiring to third-party observers.
I watched this video on "Team Hoyt" - basically this dad has been doing triathlons with his disabled son for years and he has to push, carry, and pull his son through the events; and he does it. He does it because it makes his son happy. And he loves his son.
And people like that actually actually exist in this world.
People love each other that much.
I want to go into the world and do things today, man.
I want to go out and grow and for my brain to, sponge-like, absorb the universe.
I want to feel, and to feel, and to feel, and to feel - and that, ladies and gentlemen, is a sign that we are healing.
That we, Britney-like, have come back.
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