Of course, there is a point when our feelings can spiral into
something destructive and some certainly have an appropriate time and place...
But to what end are we supposed to hold them in? And why do we always feel this
impulse to apologize for anything short of the brightest of outlooks? Don't the
worst, most complicated feelings teach us something important about ourselves?
To me, feelings aren't meant to be fixed. They're meant to
be wallowed in, reveled in, indulged to their fullest--both the good and the
bad. Feelings don't ask for a solution; they
ask for understanding. Empathy. Acceptance.
This is simple. And yet, of course, it's not.