Those brief moments of bliss (and agony)

When you smile the heartiest of smiles one moment, and cringe with pangs of remorse the next.

Remorse... because a voice inside your head admonishes you and condemns you for reminiscing those memories with joy. You are, but supposed to lament upon those moments with regret, my love.

Moments that supposedly are not allowed to nestle in the warm niches that you've decorated for dainty sweet memories, but to be treated as memories that are to be sent to an exile. 

You are not expected to rejoice those moments, my dear. You are to repent upon them, as on cardinal sins.

I don't follow how it works... How can existence of things that paint a blissful smile across your face possibly be so painful at the same time?

'Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you...'