Squint.

This tightness in my chest overwhelms me most times. The worries wrap around me, fitting so snug that a lot of days they are part of my very form. Embedded in my skin.
But some moments, some days... I am free. I find the strength to shake off the wrappings and shed them where I stand. I find the courage to leave them
There and flee into the bright spots. I wonder, now, how I can make these times of strength happen more. That's the secret, I think, to happiness. And why shouldn't we seek that? If after all, most things that seem so devastating actually end up fading into things that never mattered so much.

Right now I am remembering to focus. To squint into the light until the rest fades away. Here's to that.