Day 8: A Moment You Felt Satisfied With Your Life

Well... There have been many moments... The first dance I went to, as I awkwardly rocked from side to side while holding a girl at the armpits because if my hands were too low it would be ungentlemanly. There was the moment when I passed my calculus exam recently, for which I got a 70% (I AM THE CALCULUS MASTAAAAHHHH), after staying up until four...

But it was probably... December, last year. My ex and I were still together, and I had gotten my matric results, which were more than I thought I'd get, and it was... Good. Life was good. My highschool friends and I were still all together, and we were going to have one last hurrah before we all went our separate ways.

There isn't all that much to this story. But life was... Good. In that singular moment, life was good. We laughed, we shared a moment.

Well, I can backtrack more... My matric dance. My parents decided that we should have pre-drinks at our house So highschool friends were invited, and we got some... Stunning photos. Really. And my mom was just a legend that day. So was my dad, despite being late AF. Was still with ex, and we went to the dance together. The next day the shit hit the fan in a royal. royal, royal way, but... That's a continuation on December 7th. December 7th is a story for my 21st. And one of my friend's 21st's. Really, it's going to be something we never forget. But yeah. I requested Space Enough To Grow by Of Mice & Men to play, and we slow danced, and... Moment. Moment of life satisfaction...

I guess a lot of my life satisfaction stories would include one of my exes in particular. Mostly because they all happened between this year and last year. Around the time we were together... These last two years have been great. A bit of heartbreak, but a lot of growing, and a lot of growing up.

There was also the time I finished my first novel. I wrote a 47 chapter novel about a stupid YA Vampire Romance I started in highschool because Vampire Diaries and True Blood were my identity. Although my story was much different. I put some of it onto FictionPress but nothing really came of it. There'll be many more to come, but it's okay. Even if I never publish it, the moment I finished the last chapter of the first draft, the moment I knew that I actually wrote a whole novel? That was a moment of life satisfaction. It was like, boom. I did a thing. An important thing. Something I could share with people for years to come.

There was also when I moved all my shit into my flat... Life satisfaction there...

This one was really positive... I can just recount all my favourite moments where I really was satisfied with life... Usually it's all suicide and atheist rage but today... I remembered that life gets... Better. Always. There'll always be a monumental moment in the future you can look forward to. There always be moments of life satisfaction, moments you create, even from a spur of the moment blog challenge that's kinda stupid but actually really fun. Live for those moments. They're important and beautiful, and depression can't ever take that from you.

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