So do you interpret that as a negative? Or that a person who espouses that philosophy as being a negative depressed person? And if you do – why?
Whenever I say that, and I get a response of “I used to feel that way but then I learned to appreciate the beauty of the world etc” I shake my head and laugh – out loud laugh. (And there is nothing I like better than a good laugh – even more than jelly donuts, which, actually, only make me smile.) Because what makes you think I don’t?
(Or am I misinterpreting that remark? Perhaps it is not intended for me at all, it is not a passing comment on my outlook. Do I protest too much? Perhaps I just feel misunderstood? And why should it matter if I am? Neurosis, they name is Grace.)
There is joy and pleasure and beauty in life. Absolutely. All I have to do is look out my window, watch my cats, read a great poem, spend an hour (or two) cleaning my home and then stepping back and admiring the fruits of my labor. So much day to day stuff that just makes me smile!
And there is not. There are days when it hard to see all that – it’s still there, just a little fuzzy. Delight and despair co-exist. In thoughts and life.
Why exactly can people not hold those two thoughts in mind, and accept both as being true? Yes, life sucks. No matter how good your life is, there has had to be some sucky things – major sucky, minor sucky but sucky nonetheless. And sometimes sucky on a daily basis.
And I’m willing to bet that people whose lives are truly sucky – that some of those people can, and do, find some up-sides, some pleasures, some joy, some beauty, if not every day, then some days.
I’m all about the up-sides/down-sides. Over the years I have posted with that as the title, many times because – well, hell, I CAN hold two opposing thoughts in my mind at the same time.
I can see both sides, I can appreciate both sides, I can revel in both sides, I can despair of both sides. I acknowledge both sides and I live both sides, some days more one than the other but still – both.
Life sucks, then you die. Life is beautiful, then you die. And every day you probably experience both. Very rarely is any one day perfect – perfectly wonderful or perfectly dreadful. Both sides, people, both sides, nothing is 100% anything – at least not in my view. But maybe that’s just me. Life sucks, then you die – and basically I am one happy camper!
And like just about everything, that reminds me of a song…