Bryan's comforting words
I'm lucky to meet some young delicate american linguists.
Bryan's comforting words.
Trying to think of something to say, and realizing there really isn't anything. Because in one way you're right: Everyday life is a tragedy. Every news story or the far off sounding gunshot at night is a portion of it, but we assimilate it as the product of another world, far removed from our own, until we play a part in the next chapter. And it hurts the most because it comes when it's least expected. And yet for all that makes life unfair, at times the world is the most beautiful place, which, after something like that, probably seems a great, offensive, irony. But then on the other hand, that's why it's worth being an optimist - not because it is a sort of willful ignorance of the darker aspects of life, but on the contrary, to look at life for what it is, with all its imperfections and downright tragedies, and to appreciate the fact that beauty exists so resplendently in such a world. At tragedy, to hate the evil in the world, buy yet to fight back at the same evil by preserving not the loss of beauty, but the beauty it,he,she contributed to that portion of life that makes it worth living.
But then words are just words, and maybe there really isn't anything to say after all, I wish I had something better. Just don't stop being an optimist.
Bryan's comforting words.
Trying to think of something to say, and realizing there really isn't anything. Because in one way you're right: Everyday life is a tragedy. Every news story or the far off sounding gunshot at night is a portion of it, but we assimilate it as the product of another world, far removed from our own, until we play a part in the next chapter. And it hurts the most because it comes when it's least expected. And yet for all that makes life unfair, at times the world is the most beautiful place, which, after something like that, probably seems a great, offensive, irony. But then on the other hand, that's why it's worth being an optimist - not because it is a sort of willful ignorance of the darker aspects of life, but on the contrary, to look at life for what it is, with all its imperfections and downright tragedies, and to appreciate the fact that beauty exists so resplendently in such a world. At tragedy, to hate the evil in the world, buy yet to fight back at the same evil by preserving not the loss of beauty, but the beauty it,he,she contributed to that portion of life that makes it worth living.
But then words are just words, and maybe there really isn't anything to say after all, I wish I had something better. Just don't stop being an optimist.