Sometimes I really live for those moments in between everything where you feel this really all encompassing, light feeling- not really happiness, just comfort and contentment and this belief that things are going to be okay.

That life is pretty good in between the cracks. The feeling rarely occurs when something big or dramatic happens, nothing akin to winning a lottery (not that I ever have...evidently). It's almost always those little moments; when I'm resting my head against the bus window heading home after a long day at school, when I'm watching a funny movie on iPod in a restaurant whilst eating a bowl of noodles, when I'm lounging in the library on the beanbags multitasking on a dozen things on my laptop; those late nights in my bedroom with music playing and me working steadily on whatever with the world outside dark and quiet and at peace.

It's not even a superbly positive feeling. It's bittersweet, it usually hits when I'm alone, it carries tinges of nostalgia and tentative curiosity about the future. The feeling never lasts long but it's always a more or less serendipitous occurance at times in my life. And no, it doesn't solve everything in my life, it isn't some sort of permanent epiphany. It's not, "everything is good." It's no guarantee of anything. It's just the feeling that there's the chance that everything might be okay one day, and even if it isn't, that I will be.