I don't know why when, finally, things fall together they also fall so mindlessly apart. Maybe it's physics. Maybe it's karma. Maybe it's divine balance.
Maybe, in my lighter moments, I can believe that these things only happen to those of us strong enough to handle them. I don't know.
I don't know how to spin it, to brighten it, or if I even should. My only tools are my words, these images, my practice.
I always believe what I put up in the Satyas.
I just can't always live it at the time.
But. The sun will rise.