I can sleep, eat, laugh and smile without feeling guilty...I can stop worrying..I can breathe now..Results are back..She's ok..Though I am typing this post behind my mundane and dull looking desk at work.. this, in fact, is the vision of the wolrd around me at this very moment:"Solitude in this terrestrial paradise is a genial balm to my mind, and the young spring cheers with its bounteous promises my oftentimes misgiving heart. Every tree, every bush, is full of flowers; and one might wish himself transformed into a butterfly, to float about in this ocean of perfume, and find his whole existence in it."
From: The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
