I spend a large portion of my time trying to calm down. It’s as though I could die if I don’t close my eyes and pretend this world doesn’t exist, because I find the love I have for this world can be a bit overwhelming, and if I don’t keep myself in check, my heart may explode.
Ok. Maybe my heart won’t explode, but it sure feels that way sometimes. And it doesn’t just feel as though it will explode like dynamite mind you. Rather, it feels like every time I take a moment to gaze about my surroundings - to take it all in - I feel a potential energy building up inside me. Ready to break open like a split atom, causing a mushroom cloud to rise into the atmosphere and rain my love down upon the earth.