I've been busying myself lately with making my bedroom look a little better by shifting the furniture around, putting posters up, and basically opening up old boxes and throwing (a lot of) things away (to make room for more nonsense haha!).

This afternoon, I stumbled upon two boxes filled with old photo albums and passed them along to my mum to look through them. As she flipped through some of the photo albums she asked me, "Is it okay if I threw away photos of your father? Would it be weird?"

I replied, "Go ahead!"

And then she admitted, "Whenever I see her face, it pains me how anyone could do such a thing!"

I said, "Shit happens, to allow for beautiful things to come our way!"

And that was it, we exchanged looks and I walked back to my bedroom.

Honestly at that moment, I was bewildered. Did I really just say that to my mum?

I did, and I thought it was beautiful. I thought to myself, why am I incredibly amazing at saying these things to people and telling them that the sun shines after the storm, the pot of gold waits for you at the end of the rainbow, there is always light at the end of the tunnel..

And yet here I am, constantly wallowing in self-pity and hurting myself unnecessarily.