Ever since I was a little girl, I can't stand seeing people get upset.

It's as though the person --- be they a friend, acquaintance or complete stranger --- who's upset or distraught is connected to me emotionally. And it makes sense. I'm beyond sensitive and my heart always breaks whenever I identify with someone's sadness.

I just wish that suffering wasn't necessary. But then I remember that if we only felt happiness and joy, we wouldn't really appreciate or understand how beautiful those emotions are.

It's cliched, I know, but it's something I don't think about often.

Anyway, it's bedtime. Early day again tomorrow ;)

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