While bliss
flees in an
instant,
pain stays
more than a
decade.
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This is the poem I mentioned, Mandi. 🙂
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Agree
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Thank you, Nadine, for reading and for your comment. ❤
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Oh thank you! I am so glad to hear it from you. 🙂
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agreed!! Love this poem!♡
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Oh thank you, Sheridan! ❤❤❤
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Gee, this really is true!
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Yeah… it just popped into my mind last last night and… yeah. It is true.
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So true and that makes it sad
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yeah.. and I can’t figure out why is it like that…
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Me either 😦
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Another mystery of life…
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You concisely craft emotional reality. We can–we are allowed–to take solace in knowing that pain is felt by others, too. We can recite this verse for balm. Thanks, Rosema!
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Thank you for yet another meaningful comment, Christopher. 🙂
I was in a bus (again) when the thought occurred to me. Why is it the bliss can fade in an instant? But grief stays and lingers?
I cannot actually answer those questions…
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Neither can I. Sometimes even when I’m feeling good, I wonder when I’ll feel down again.
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Ohh. But that should not be our habit. 🙂 We should relish those happy times and not worry if it will end. 🙂
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It’s wonderful Rosema and true. Bliss is quick and pain is something that seems to live on in heart and mind. When I’m in a happy carefree moment I know I’ll want to remember, I try to take a mental picture, a picture of all of my senses, so I can recall that moment during times of pain. Super Job!
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Yes, Mandi. I think we have discussed this? 😀 😀 😀
That is a great practice. A habit worth sharing. 🙂
Thank you!
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Lol. We probably did. Sorry. I comment in many blogs, sometimes I forget 🙂
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It is perfectly okay, Mandi! 😀 😀 😀
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I couldn’t agree more with you, Rosema. You said it very well. 🙂
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Thank you, Maria! Just a random thought that hits me when I am in a bus (again! :D).
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Ooh! Another bus-inspired poem! 😀 We really need more buses here.
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Haha! Come here. You’ll get tired of riding buses everyday! 😀
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HAHA! Bus rides or any close land vehicles tire me out. I have this “land-sickness” thing. Oh, but your bus ride escapades always bring out the best poet in you. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Ohhh. I understand.
Yeahhh. And actually, Maria the first story that I have written, the one I am talking to you, is titled BUS. 😂😂😂
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Oh… see? It’s amazing how buses draw you closer to your poetic self. 😀 😀
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Yeah. It’s fascinating yet a bit creepy, too! 😀
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Creepy why? It’s fascinating and amusing. 😉 Unless…
there’s a creepy old man stalking you whenever you ride the bus? XD
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HAHA! there’s none. But it’s just a bit weird. 😀
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Good to know that. 🙂 You’ll get by..
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Thank you! 😀
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Bliss seems like a vapor and pain seems like a stone, doesn’t it?
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You described it soooo beautifully right, Belinda.
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Amazing!!! it’s beautiful!
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Oh thank you, Ishma! 🙂 Beautiful yet sad?
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yes exactly!!!
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yay! 😀
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