Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
These are merely the ramblings of a deranged fool, who has found himself in quite the quandary, and is merely seeking solace through other artists views on life, and all its lovely aspects. So if you stop reading now, I do not blame you and in fact I encourage it. For God knows what I will put here, in my current inebriated state. Though im sure everyone has experienced it once in their life, It is currently my first run in with such a pungent form of desolation. And so elegantly put by Publilius Syrus “I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.” I shall venture a risk at regretting my speech this night, and shall see what happens. So without further adieu…
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore...
And in those volumes here is what fate hath chanced me upon finding…
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.
How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
On love… an emotion that I hold to be one of the utmost emotions one can bestow, receive and even experience. An emotion which I think stems all of mankind’s greatest achievements and works of art. Love which I feel is the driving force for creation, for life, and even for existence. I would try my hand at describing love, but there are so many great artists and people who have already described it better than I could ever hope to, and in far fewer words. Love… begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop. It is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. Love is strong yet delicate. It can be broken. To truly love is to understand this. To be in love is to respect this. Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notions of time; effaces all memory of beginning, all fear of an end. Sadly, with love comes also loss, and from that loss stems a host of unpleasant feelings. From them stem these forgotten lore:
Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.
I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
For All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
And finally
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
And just because its freaking Charlie Brown:
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love. … you tell them Charlie Brown, you tell them.
The rest is silence.
This love has taken it’s toll on me, She said goodbye too many times before
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore...
And in those volumes here is what fate hath chanced me upon finding…
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.
To weep is to make less the depth of grief.
Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.
How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
On love… an emotion that I hold to be one of the utmost emotions one can bestow, receive and even experience. An emotion which I think stems all of mankind’s greatest achievements and works of art. Love which I feel is the driving force for creation, for life, and even for existence. I would try my hand at describing love, but there are so many great artists and people who have already described it better than I could ever hope to, and in far fewer words. Love… begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop. It is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. Love is strong yet delicate. It can be broken. To truly love is to understand this. To be in love is to respect this. Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notions of time; effaces all memory of beginning, all fear of an end. Sadly, with love comes also loss, and from that loss stems a host of unpleasant feelings. From them stem these forgotten lore:
Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.
I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
For All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
And finally
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
And just because its freaking Charlie Brown:
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love. … you tell them Charlie Brown, you tell them.
The rest is silence.
This love has taken it’s toll on me, She said goodbye too many times before