The thrill is gone

Life used to have an edge to it that's gone now. That's not actually a bad thing -- the edge was usually anxiety, or pain, or the brittle edge that flavors happiness which comes too seldom and could vanish in an instant.

It means the highs are less exciting, but I think that's okay. I occasionally get an uneasy feeling that I've lost something important, but I traded it for peace and a contentment that I didn't have before. Occasionally I miss the thrill, but I wouldn't trade back.

( Reconstruction continues )