fragments of ideas float around my brain as i tirelessly try to fit them together. with a mash of incoherent thoughts in my head, i am always afraid of writing them down improperly or forgetting them in the first place. i cannot seem to write fast enough because somehow a thought always gets lost. but what i am very clear about is that Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is. 'cos i know, pain comes in all forms: the small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain, the normal pains we live with every day. then there’s the kind of pain we can’t ignore: a level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else, makes the rest of the world fade away until all we can think about is how much we hurt. how we manage our pain is up to us. pain. we anesthetize, ride it out, embrace it, ignore it… and for some of us, the best way to manage pain is to just push through it. and then you'll realise, how much that small happiness brings you.