I think my feelings are such that they cannot be contained and expressed by the soundtracks of Bollywood films, as they have been wont to do in the past. I'm so happy, the ideas and images Bollywood music presents to me seem shabby and worn-out.
I don't think life can get any better. Where I am, right now, is perfect. It is perfect in a way that is imperfect; conversely, the imperfections are what make it truly perfect. I miss my friends from Edinburgh, I miss being in Spain, but the emptiness left in me by being abroad is of such a delicious ilk that I cannot but help enjoy it. The separation I feel lets me know that I am alive, gives poignancy and depth to my happiness, solidifying it. I have my hopes and dreams, still, and now even more of them, and they're spiraling outwards and forwards.
My eye has been pronounced "healed," I was cast in a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream," I don't have to be alone unless I want it. I talked briefly with one of my favorite professors today in the dining hall about my experiences abroad and thesis - he said I should drop by office hours to talk more! I want him to be my thesis advisor and first reader, and I think this could be my opportunity to ask him about it!
I'm so happy, I almost can't contain my joy. So much of it is due to my religion, I feel. Thanks, Heavenly Father. Happy is what we're meant to be in this life, and even more so in the life to come - but I can't imagine being any more happy than I am right now.
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