I’ve spent a lot of time beating myself up lately, confusing brutality with beauty. But the real beauty is that sometimes happiness happens to you, whether you went looking for it or not. Charlie Chaplin said: “Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.” And I admit, I was a junkie. It’s too easy to believe that things will never get better and it’s safer just to stay sad, but Charlie also says: “Nothing is permanent in this world, not even our troubles.” When the heavy feeling suddenly passes it’s kinda difficult to remember what was really holding you down. Just trust me, wait it out.