i’m currently in fear.
I’m too happy.
And you know all those saying about you should not be too happy becos then the gods would be jealous and make you miserable?
No??
Okay, i know, i know, i shouldnt read barbara cartland at a very young and tender age
but still.
I’m frightened.
Being too happy, i cant help myself from not thinking that something might went wrong. That just around the corner of my laugh, misery awaits.
But whatever that might be, whether there’ll be misery or just more laughs, i’ll just enjoy the present. Today. That’s what more important.
So that when the misery come, if it ever, i can reminisce back to the very days that i’m happy.
Dont you wish you have a pensieve?