Over the past 24 hours, nothing much has changed – except my feelings. Here I am, moving from bed to chair, gradually getting slightly easier with moving around, reading, talking, writing, watching. In between, my feelings move from joy, peace, despair, hopelessness, pointlessness, weariness, contentment, frustration, hope, confidence, fear, anxiety, acceptance, resistance. And more. I observe the feelings. I observe that they pass, even the bad ones. Sometimes they pass because I move from one place to another. Sometimes they pass because I talk to people. Sometimes they pass because of a thought, because of what I’m watching or reading. Sometimes I have no idea why they pass, they just do, like the weather. They are one of the facets of being alive.