There is no amount of sadness that could bring more happiness to your life
It’s about time, not like you might think, it’s not about time healing your wounds or something, it will, but that’s not what I’m on about. It’s about the time you don’t have, the time you don’t have to be sad, sadness will come, yeah, but why make more for yourself? You don’t have the time for it. Maybe you think you have all the time in the world, but you don’t, your history of remaining alive has nothing to do with whatever the next moment brings- Nothing! Every moment IS your last moment, every meal your last meal, every fuck your last flying fuck on earth. No point in being scared about it, or sad about it. You could lose limbs, senses, even your sanity in a very pure and terrible sense, you could be tortured, imprisoned or kidnapped. You don’t know. Just because it hasn’t happened yet doesn’t mean it’s not going to happen. We don’t all make it to the social security senior citizen retirement family plot scattered ashes on your mother’s roses or into the ocean by the lighthouse and consumed by decapods, small children and the everlasting beauty of the same water from whence came the very foam of life. And even if you did, and modern medical science allows man to live longer than Methuselah. Why waste today when you are young and naive, while you’re beautiful and able bodied, while your mind is still making connections and your senses still find wonder and awe in this world at nearly every turn?
The important thing to know is that you’re in control, you DO have choices. All I am asking is: why choose sadness?