Sadly for a while there I had lost/forgotten how to feel love.
I can feel it now. An deep appreciation for the human struggle. Individually more so than collectively.
It’s ironic how as we all fight for our individual lives, we diminish the chances for the collective to survive. I still think we’ll come out on top.
The light wouldn’t be as bright without the darkness. As much as a travesty as that is.
People shouldn’t have to experience what we can’t avoid, but SZ is only one facet of the imperfection in this universe.
Perhaps one day humanity will have the ability to rise above the darkness, let’s hope by then we’ve evolved to truly appreciate the beauty of it innately and fully, without the need of the contrast.
What meds are you on? I want some.
The contrast I often talk about with writers is this form of resistance, in which, if you want to write something beautiful, go do it a bathroom stall at a busy bar, or in prison, or in an alley. You must feel that opposite reinforcement around you, then resist.