Who dictates how you should feel?
Is it your past experience or the tremulous future? Is it worry or trepidation?
Or perhaps, the way you feel is a direct product of the nature of your surroundings?
Or maybe it's the result of the interaction between yourself and the larger whole, the universe at play, with it's myriad seasons and hues?
Or is it a conversation with your loved one, a happy peppy song in your heart or the ignominy of negligence?
Is it the tiny neurons in your system connecting impulses faster than you think, shaping your reactions?
Or is it that tiny tear in your heart each time someone tramples it?
We will never know.
We should never know.
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