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Re: Hate Thread
Even in winter one can find beauty, just as in one's darkest moments there are shreds of delight. Clutch them tightly, or let them slide through to make way for the next moment. There will always be another.
It is these emotional winters between our brightest days that give such strong meaning to their existence. Without the hurt, the glee loses its meaning. We are human, our existence is flawed, and within those flaws do we thrive and know what humanity means.
Happiness comes and goes like the tide, though not so easily measurable and timed. When it withers though, do not think it destroyed. When autumn makes way for winter and the trees and plants shrivel and pass as the snows and frosts blanket the world, they are not forever gone. The whiteness will peel away and the birds will return as flowers blossom once more.I both love and hate emotions, ironically enough. Happiness happens so fast that you don't even realize it at the time. While it lasts its as if there couldn't be a better day, a better hour, or a better minute. It's just kind of timeless.
But once it ends, the happiness is gone just as fast, shriveled and destroyed of its innocence and rendered lifeless. The moment remains, but it will never be quite the same because it's now devoid of the emotion that made it so wonderful. Because looking back on that happy moment is just a memory. Some memories are sweeter than others, but they just don't feel the same as that moment when everything was right. At least not for me.
I guess the only good thing about it is there's always a chance some fleeting moment sneaks up on you and gives you a surprise on another day, so that you can feel like everything is right for a few seconds, minutes, or hours yet again. Until then.
Even in winter one can find beauty, just as in one's darkest moments there are shreds of delight. Clutch them tightly, or let them slide through to make way for the next moment. There will always be another.
It is these emotional winters between our brightest days that give such strong meaning to their existence. Without the hurt, the glee loses its meaning. We are human, our existence is flawed, and within those flaws do we thrive and know what humanity means.