I'm in an emotional jumble. In the space of a week I've felt so juxtaposed.
I've mourned the broken shards of a friendship lost because of rejection. But been told by at least three people that I am one of their favourites. I've felt afraid and cowardly, but had my courage praised. I've held a tiny life in my arms and felt heartbreak over life lost.
I could write more, but do you have any idea of the emotions contained in that single paragraph? How complex our lives are, how precious are the moments. And yet, here we stand, alive.
