Focus

It really makes no sense wallowing in one's grief but it is what we humans tend to do. And though I am trying desperately not to do it, I can't help it. My eyes want to cry. They've been like this all day. Maybe it is time to take it out now.

I have to focus on the reasons I have to be happy. Going to China, for example. Life. Friends. Small things that make you happy. Those are important. In fact those are the things that really make you happy. The ones that, at the end of the day, make you feel good.