#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry#676- Emotional Gravity

There is this sense of dread that comes with happiness sometimes that I will never truly understand.

I suspect it's there to keep you grounded.
Rooted in reality...
Emphasize the validity of these pockets... Periods of happiness.

It creates a much needed balance that demands attention...
Keeps you aware.

Maybe this feeling... 'Dread',
Is really just emotional gravity, pulling us closer to the ground...
So that we don't float away into oblivion.

Perhaps it's really just a combination of feelings and logic trying to save us from ourselves...
Trying to make us a better version of ourselves....

-Y. Salmon

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