i feel so oddly optimistic

oddly, i say, because it doesn’t come enough - or it hasn’t come very often this past month or two.

i feel like i can do anything.

i feel like everything will turn out just fine.

for once, even the relentless ache of my escapist tendencies - to disappear into books and movies and imaginary worlds and pointless video games - feels fine.

everything feels okay.

i can breathe.

Tags: high on life