Friday the 13th.
A harbinger of bad luck, or an unlucky day, as some people's superstition refers to it. And whilst she does not believe in it nor have anything against it, today (June 13th, the first and only Friday the 13th of 2025) seems to be proving it is one unfortunate Friday the 13th for many reasons (she could not bring herself to mention them here and now, maybe someday).
But as the adage goes, everything is temporary, and she has faith that these will pass in their perfect time, too.
The rain is pouring, and for the first time in a long time, she is loving it. She is not feeling low or dejected about it coming early in the day.
She is welcoming it where they are, allowing it to drown the tears, the heartache, the sorrow, the frustrations, the worries, the stresses or strains of life, and such. She is letting the rainwater carry them as far away as possible, not into other people's homes or doorsteps, but to the depths of the Pacific Ocean, or the hidden corners of the vast seas, and she prays that there they would be lost forever.馃檹
Well, the truth is, today isn't as unfortunate as she was starting to believe earlier. Thanks to someone who knocked on her door just when she was about to let her thoughts wander away. Surprisingly, she happily invited the visitor in, unlike before, where she usually pretended not to be around.
It turned out that the guest wanted to open up about something he had been bottling up for a while. They talked. Setting aside her own ordeal, she listened more intently, sincerely, and empathetically.
In the end, she feels better and more grateful. She's happy to have touched a soul in her own little way. Our burdens become lighter indeed when we help carry someone else's, even for a day or an hour.
Yes, her heart is blissful!
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