To Anyone That Cares

To: Those Days

You have to admit, we all have those days. The days where it seems as if, for once in your life, everything is perfect. Where you wake up and realize, today, I don't feel like I want to kill myself.
Once you've woken up and stripped off your depression, you finally hear the world—beautiful and crisp. So you put on your brightest clothes in hopes of being as bright as the sun, and then you head off into the streets. For once, you look up from your shoes and see that all of the people around you aren't staring at you, but smiling instead, and for once you can smile a real smile.
The smile brightens your day and keeps you going. When you stop to buy coffee you realize that the bland order you once had is now rich with flavor. So you take that coffee and go back out onto the street, not fearing the wind like you used to, but embracing it instead.
The whipping of your hair makes you feel like a bird—free at last. You can't help but to open your mouth and take in as much air as you can, filling your lungs with that same sense of freedom. Today, you close your eyes and stand still for a moment out of joy.
With determined steps you walk to the park with your coffee in one hand and bag in the other. The dingy park benches now seem brighter, and the sky seems bluer, and the world is vibrant beyond belief. Your eyes can't seem to take in enough of this beauty at once, so you grab your bag and reach for your journal—hoping to capture at least a tiny sliver of it.
On the walk home, you notice how the leaves seem to dance and wave at you in the wind and how the sunset seems like a canvas for angels. Taking the familiar streets you know by heart, you start to notice every sad face you pass—wondering how you could be so sad on a day like this, but then you remember you used to be like that. Shrugging off the hand of depression that reaches out, you take another look at the sunset and remember that it's one of those days you get to be happy—that brings a smile to your face and tint to you cheeks.
On the last stretch home, you see a light in your house on, making your smile grow even bigger—if that's at all possible. Rushing up the stairs to your flat you fumble slightly with your keys trying to unlock the door. When it's finally open, you run straight into his arms—ready to blab on and on about how you had one of those days. You can even begin to describe how lucky you feel to be this happy and to be able to share it with him.
You have to admit, those days are pretty great. Those days are what I live for.