Bliss

Individuality was very important, it was her definition for life, it became the only thing in life.

She was resistant to control, having traveled alone through the many hurdles.

Independence, that's what they said. But.. she's been pondering.. so much.. it's destructive.

Why does she seem so horribly calm?
Why does she feel so hopelessly blessed?
Why does she feel guilty feeling blessed?

Looking calm doesn't mean she doesn't care, or does it? And independence means nothing but selfish, difficult and unfeeling.

Lately has been, but a new chapter of life. Her usual end-of-year sappy mood has arrived much earlier than usual.

There's alot going on sub-consciously, maybe too much, that she's having problem filtering, that she is not ritually accustom to..

She's in doubt, and she questions.

What has she done to deserve this beautiful life?