Hells and Heavens

My hells and heavens are moments in every day. 

My hells come mainly from me. Fear of being late, worry of not being good enough, worry of messing up a good thing.

My heavens are times where I feel pride, welcomed, needed and desired.

It all seems to derive from emotion.

The heavenly moment of a knock on the door of your lonely home near dinner time. Then the dramatic warm and comforting hug after a long day of work.

A hell of pressure at work when your adviser leaves you a set priority list then gets mad because you didn't get around to the thing on the very bottom of the list.

I suppose I see heaven and hell every day.
Yet, I believe in neither.
They are just thoughts, sparatic nerve movement in the brain.