Life is. . .

I don't really have time to write, only I'm "addicted," so I feel like I need to write somehow. Today it strikes me that life is so very beautiful and painful and fulfilling and disappointing and wonderful and disturbing all at the same time. And I am absolutely exhausted; in fact, I just noticed (and corrected) that in a post from yesterday, I used "to" instead of "too," which shows just how exhausted I am.

But it seems to me that the painful and the beautiful things seem to happen sometimes all at once, and it is overwhelming sometimes. And I'm writing in generalities but thinking of specifics, only there isn't the time for the specifics here.

I guess I just understand what it means to be overjoyed and tortured, disappointed and hopeful, all at once.