Our moods change drastically throughout the day, our tones, like we’re all music on an ever-changing radio. We go from humor to sadness to love of life to frustration.

Small things that signify big things.

It has been a strange life, lately. More so than usual.

I start the day angry before my eyes have opened, or stressed, with a sinking feeling in my stomach before I sit up, or manically loving towards everything. It depends on if I wake up thinking about the world or not.

I think we, as a species, need good news. Like a flower needs sunlight, we need things to be good. We can handle the bad stuff, as long as we get to wash it down with the good.

And there hasn’t been much good, as of late.

We need to smile, to laugh, we’re desperate to do it. We need to smile, and we need to see the smiles of others.

I keep thinking about how the world will be, once this passes.

It isn’t looking like it will be a better one.