A lot of the times you sit silent in your room.
And you think about life.

You think about all of the people that you've helped and all of the people that have helped you and you suddenly feel so grateful and excited.

Then you start to really think. You use the lesser known parts of your brain to think of something that you had done wrong.

Two weeks ago.
Four months ago.
Three years.

And it all floods back and it all starts to crush you and you feel like you can't breathe until finally.
Finally someone lifts the weight of the entire world off of your shoulders.

And you look up.
And they smile.

Their eyes are as kind as the sun and the moon itself and they radiate such pleasantness to where you want to let every evil and every worry roll off of your back.

As you should have known to do since day one.

Don't let yourself fall into the darker depths of your imagination, and don't let people take you there. You are a vessel, and the one in control is you.

Flying the ship of your imagination.