I thought about the last 48 hours. Those were powerful hours. At the same time, it's a fleeting moment like so many other fleeting moments before it to other people. Someone simply turned something on or off or turned over in their sleep.
In my world, however, time stood still. I opened myself in a way I had not before and it felt odd/amazing/a lot of things.
I'm not made for a time when things are so transient and fleeting. I was made for something more real and permanent and I know it. I'm so discontent and frustrated with so many things and all because I expect so much more than other people. Things are so much more serious to me -- more meaningful.
Life is going to be hard for me. I can tell.
