How would it feel to be made of steel?
To glide through life and let nothing slow you down.
To remember nothing that made you laugh or cry.
To never have a thing to keep in your cupboard of memories.
I’ve never felt that way – am always tied down with things the world calls ‘feelings’. How I wish they wouldn’t make me happy.
Happy to care. Happy to give. Happy to be there. Happy to remember. Happy to save things. Happy to call moments precious. They hurt a little, but the happiness outweighs the tears.
What a depressing world it would be with no strings attached.