Sometimes feeling bad just feels good. Now there’s an oxymoron for you. Which is why I like it, of course.

Some people have a hard time understanding this. They think “bad” feelings are bad and “good” feelings are good. But no! Language fails us here. It’s the same thing with “bad” weather, which I find to be quite lovely sometimes.

There is something delicious about feeling that strange mix of sadness, despair, loneliness, and confusion that sometimes descends upon me in quiet moments of aloneness. There is a sense that nothing is right, and I can’t see my way out of the fog. But isn’t fog beautiful?

If I really surrender to the dark, complicated mess of those emotions, I feel something warm inside me, a glowing feeling in my chest. It is decidedly not a “bad” feeling. It almost feels like being in love. Perhaps in love with being alive?

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