The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
Henry W. B.
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Still coughing like an old machine stuck in the factory for years
Groggy morning; with mindless flipping through the sparse television channels over yoghurt for breakfast. Headed back into the cave of the room and passed the afternoon fully immersed in videos/fighting the urge to properly get down to work. A comfortable day. Dinner tonight will also be quite comforting.
Am emerging from these few days' hits; not victorious but fine; for usually these battles have nothing resembling victory whatsoever but rather, a truce from exhaustion on both sides. Upon shocking realisation at having grown stronger, these scars then seem to matter just a little less - am immensely thankful and all too appreciative for these preparatory shields for the mind. Am also grateful for the respect of personal space
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