today hugh macleod raises an interesting point, that many of us only feel comfortable when we are stressed out
happiness does freak me out sometimes, which is why i try to practice at it
but i do see myself sabotaging relationships for the dumbest reasons: to see if it can withstand things, to see if i can take it down from the high highs and back down to the more comfortable lows, etc
am i afraid i will burn my wings if i get too close to the sun?
i think people like frustration is because we seem built to solve problems better than we are to appreciate joy – and build on it.
meanwhile we all know that suffering should not be the norm
but we rarely embrace love without feeling dumb or embarrassed or braggadocios.
i guess we are doomed.
or am i wrong?