Sometimes when I lay my head back,

upon my pillow,

upon the whisper of dreams soon to come,

I feel the anger begin to swell,

rise up within me,

all of my emotions stirred,

the passion, rage, despair, grief for people and things long gone,

making my body quiver with the sheer intensity.

 

This furious combination of love, hate, emotions I cannot recognize,

bewilders me,

tangles my mind,

strangles my clear passage of thought,

does away with the peaceful tranquility of speech, scent, touch,

ending what serenenity which might have surrounded me.

 

But, sometimes, when I lift my head and see the light,

the brilliant rays falling on my face,

drifting through the window, underneath the door,

I realize that such trivialities do not matter,

nothing matters,

but life,

and love,

one is only blessed with the loveliness of being alive once.

 

Anger, joy, sadness,

just as people and animals crave affection, as do emotions,

and nothing comes alone, but instead, hand in hand.

One cannot experience true joy without true despair,

true regret,

there is no such thing as belief without disbelief,

or love without hate.

Everything in life is lovely, full, rich,

peaceful, stormy, tranquil, a tempest tinged with serenity.

Everything in life is beautiful, joyous, because without the rage and hatred,

we would not be able to experience love or happiness.

 

My friends are amazing, my family is just the same,

as are my pets, and the air I breathe, and the ground upon which I walk.

 

It is at these times, stretched upon my bed,

feeling the soft warmth of the sun and the cool breeze of the early morning,

that I realize no matter what, everything is awesome, and I could not be happier with the life

which I lead.