doing yardwork, i guess it's that time of year. i do it perfunctorily - i have no particular attachment to my residence, other than making sure it's neutrally not awful-looking. i don't really have a green thumb or anything, i'm much better at clearing debris than i am at getting something to flower, or maintain, even.
you asked me why i was happy. my answer: i dunno. i just am. no particular reason. things aren't exactly not-shitty right now, and i still wake up most nights in a cold sweat and thrilled to be awake instead of in the midst of whatever i was trying to escape from. but.
yeah, i'm happy. i'm content. i don't need much more than what i have, and what i've got is pretty damned excellent.
and i'm hoping those weird green shoots i cleared out the dead leaves from, those things that i think last year tried to bloom, might - grow into something. i don't really care what - but it'd be nice to see it.
i think that's called hope.
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Sometimes hope is all we have..and all we need.
Thanks for writing this one.
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