While I do well with maintaining a quiescent demeanor, the outlying resistance filter is beginning to deteriorate before my very eyes. There’s only so much that “filter” can sustain adequately, before the mental hardware begins to weaken and ceases to function appropriately. A corroded mind is not something I’m proud of.

Feeling rather melancholy lately. Over trivial bullshit, too. It’s been rather taxing on my mind, heart and soul.

But then I’m reminded that life isn’t so bad when you’re showered with an overabundance of authentic love from people that are solicitous about your welfare—your happiness. The people that experience you in a raw state; the true you. In essence, they do know the authentic self. These people experience you on a daily basis; colleagues, coworkers, family. Whether it be on a subconscious level or directly the opposite, they are the ones that can intuitively apprehend you with certainty. Something as subtle as an excited embrace from an acquaintance, whose squinted eyes and massive grin unveil the iridescence of the heart. Moments that are forgotten and rendered as futile or detrimental to one’s day, are the ones that ought to be harbored and appreciated. Receiving that feverish hug made me come to a critical realization: She had more conviction in that single physical act, than I have… in my entire being.

With that in mind, I’m going to correct a few thought processes. Don’t overlook the people that truly love you.