It's rare I find myself in a mood as I am now, somewhat empty and void of emotion. I don't believe this is sadness, rather a lack of happiness. I apologise if this sounds particularly odd, I don't often write like this, however with the nature of my memory, I suppose I'd simply like a document of my current state. To the me of tomorrow, I existed as I am now, and I likely will again.
Small things drive me forwards, and keep me going. Something as little as sending a letter to a friend, or sending a packet of sweets. The small joys stand out to me as the most important, and I feel it's often forgotten. I'd like to think these acts do make an impression as they would unto me. I'd like to think a suffering friend's day can be brightened by something so simple, but it's difficult to truly see whether my efforts leave any impact. I can never see whether I'm doing enough because I only have my own eyes to look through, and it tears me apart at times. I have no right being sad over another's struggles, knowing their pain exceeds mine tenfold. Even so, I carry on. I do what I can, and simply have to hope it's enough.
To the me of tomorrow, never forget the small acts of kindness. To do so would be to forget yourself.
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