"Happiness doesn't stay with a hard person. Did you know this?" -Sumi
A few months back, I started going to a massage therapist of sorts. The lady was in her 50s and would massage me with her feet while I layed on a heated carpet. She would pop and crack all of my joints (fingers and toes, too!). She would sometimes use her hands to massage pressure points. There was one spot that always hurt the worst. She would say to me, "This spot hurts so much because your heart is tired."
I had secretly already known that. I stopped going to her.
Labels: complete ramble, memoir