Sadness is a funny thing.\u00a0 It has an ebb and flow that’s impossible to predict.\u00a0 I am finding infinite thanks in one thing that is as predictable as the turning of the earth – there will always be new music out there, somewhere.\u00a0 The planet may be groaning under the weight of seven billion people, but\u00a0from that vast cosmos, that universe of minds and souls, will always spring new music,\u00a0new art.\u00a0 People will always find new ways to tell their stories, to lay their hearts bare.\u00a0 One of the things that’s keeping me sane right now.\u00a0 One of the few addictions in this world that seems to have no down side, except that you can never be truly sated.\u00a0 But then that’s life, isn’t it.\u00a0 The moment you stop searching, stop yearning, stop reaching, then all that’s left is stagnancy and static.<\/p>\n
Driving home on the day, we saw a young girl smoking, and both of us, independently, could not believe the sheer stupidity of it.\u00a0 Life is short enough, hard enough, fleeting enough as it is.\u00a0 How anyone can thoughtlessly risk cutting that thin bright ribbon short on something so utterly pointless, is baffling to me.<\/p>\n
I want to devour the world, and I have only this damaged anomaly of a vessel to do it in.\u00a0 I’ve already wasted a huge amount of these four decades\u00a0on laters and what-ifs.\u00a0 I’d be kidding myself if I pretended this will all mean\u00a0a shining brand new start, a renewed vigour and unswerving dedication to reaching those peaks before the grey sets it.\u00a0 But I’m going to at least give it a damned good try.\u00a0 It’s all well and good to say, fuck the world, I’m going to leap into the abyss with eyes wide open, in the surreal dream-zone of the after-dark hours.\u00a0 Waking to daytime always finds mundane reality has once again taken its stubborn hold, caught you in its dull unrelenting grip.\u00a0 Finding ways to break free, that’s the tricky part.\u00a0 But as long as I can close my eyes, and find an infinity of possibility on the inside, maybe the outside might give a little, now and then, leaving a hollow or a crack here and there to squeeze through.<\/p>\n
That’s optimism for you – more curse than blessing, but what can you do.\u00a0 There’s still love in the world, as long as there are lovers in it.\u00a0 And that’s something.<\/p>\n
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Sadness is a funny thing.\u00a0 It has an ebb and flow that’s impossible to predict.\u00a0 I am finding infinite thanks in one thing that is as predictable as the turning of the earth – there will always be new music … Continue reading