FINALLY

It's a promising moment to say the word 'FINALLY!'. Whether it be for the puniest reason, or something as grand as saving your life when it was literally hanging by a thread. It's the most fulfilling thing to say right after the big bang theory had a spectacular encore inside your chest. Immediately after the loud and devastating explosion, you can't help but say one word to compensate and let it all out. And then you feel it, JOY - finally, it's all over. After having lucidity fail you, after the constant fears, mistakes and mandatory punishments not caused by parental authority but rather by guilt, it's perfect bliss to see all negative aura wither away, leaving you with yet another lesson learned. That's just how we roll right? We're high on drama. It's part of our frantic sick days and we rant while living it. What the fudge.

Today I managed to live through my Accounting midterm exam. I wore my brain out trying to finish it. One work sheet is equivalent to one long sigh with a double-purpose. It's both a sigh of relief and a sigh silently screaming "I'm pulling out another worksheet, and there's more to come". There's no assurance as to whether I'll pass or fail, but it feels good just to write the last digit on my last worksheet. What relief.

But this state of happiness, it only comes temporarily. Our weary moments return at regular unexpected intervals. In my case, I'm expecting it. Things are slowly slumping down from rainbows and butterflies to a complete mess.