Learning To Like Things

 I realized the other day how important it is to appreciate what I have. The came about realizing the important of needs. They aren't trite. They are necessary. They aren't excessive. They allow for comfort. 

I don't know what comfort is. 

It doesn't come easy. It's always temporary and short; fleeting and short lived; ugly and destructive. The comforts that I can reach are easy to attain. Maybe that's why they don't last. Maybe that's why I hate. 

Soon I'll discover what they look like. Right now, one of them is writing. I hope my writing isn't upset. I've abandoned it multiple times. Like most things I've loved — I've done it at least once. 

It's time for change. 

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