Sometimes I have no other choice but to laugh at the happenings of my life. Lately, I feel as though just as I begin to get up, life slaps me down again. As this happened to me today, I actually began to laugh. I literally laughed out loud (loled, if you will). I laughed, and it all seemed less significant the more I laughed. There are times in your life when you don't have many other choices but to be amused. Doesn't it seem that the more you want something, the more it eludes you? Then finally, when you give up the fight, whatever you have been chasing begins to follow you. The question to ponder is whether you are supposed to grab it while you can, or give it up like you intended. In my particular situation, I feel as though I am dealing with a stray cat. It has began to follow me but it is still too afraid for me to try to catch it. I intend to ignore this particular cat for a while longer, maybe with my absence it's heart will grow fonder.
