Happiness. It's relative.
Sometimes you know you’re going to write about something because writing about things that happen is what you do but you know, because you’ve lived a long time and earned the right to be wise, that sometimes it’s too soon to write about a thing, what you want to write about isn’t soup yet, it needs to stew and simmer or percolate if the coffee metaphor works better, in any event, rushing things that need contemplation is sloppy and careless, not right for a thing that needs thinking, like the thing at hand or what was at hand.
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