Happy people are beautiful.

Every time I start to write here I tell myself that this time I'll write something useful. Something for you. Something that matters to someone.

But as usual I end up writing something as stupid as I hate cats; I have hated cats long before the day I first learnt how to spell the word c.a.t. A couple of days back I even had a nightmare about them. But of course that's not really even the point.

The other day I was messing around with a Rubik's cube; Right inverted. Down inverted. Front inverted. Up inverted. Left inverted. Up inverted? I don't get algorithms. Apparently I had way too much time on me to waste.

So I did this depression inventory thing - almost sorta by accident. And turns out I have mild mood disturbance. Yeah no kidding?
Jokes aside. Maybe I am in a crappy terrible mood most of the time these days but honestly it's not like I'm being ungrateful or anything. And I don't want whatever I want. Probably nobody does. Not really. Because what fun would that be if I got everything I ever wanted just like that? I mean, then what? It'd be meaningless.
Life always only makes sense in retrospect. Otherwise it's just like this crazy jumbo puzzle with a gazillion pieces missing. And there is no way to control it, no way to figure it out. So if you're sitting there thinking you've figured out life, slap yourself. Cause honestly you haven't.

Life is simply something you have to do, like forgiving people. You forgive them not because they earn it by saying sorry or because they deserve it, it's because they need it and we all need it. For all the same reasons we need love and forgiveness and hope and hugs - to stay happy. And happy people are beautiful. So. Smile.