I’m happy today. I don’t have a reason for being happy. There’s no tangible cause. No memory to hold on to. Nothing even I choose to have inspire me.
I’m just… happy.
Ironically enough, it feels happier now than it ever has. The present seems without question, without condition and without fear of ending. It seems without the confinement of reason and the lifespan of contentment. It feels just the way it should feel. Like the present. The one I always promised myself I’d have when I had all of the above.
It could simply be just the denial of them exams coming. That has been known to happen. Maybe it’s the anti-depressants the maid put in the food in trying to poison me. I never trusted her. Hell, maybe it’s just someone somewhere remembering me fondly. I possibly paid them back the money they owed me.
But maybe… just maybe… it’s something else.
Remind me to put the introspection on hold in the near future. Seems worth it.
