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I Believe Life Is Bittersweet

When so much of your world burns to ashes around you, and so many things keep on burning down, and so little seems to endure - when the world disappoints you again and again, and your heart and your will and your very self seem to fail you at every turn, and your values and ideals all seem to be completely pointless in the face of the real world... sometimes you just have to find whatever bits of happiness or meaning or connection that you can. Sometimes the tiniest lights can shine most brightly when they're surrounded by the bleakest dark. Sometimes a small campfire can keep you warm through the night. Sometimes the moon and a million sparkles, in a vast ocean of black, can give you the light to see the path in front of you. At the end of the day, maybe that's all that any of us can do.
Peaches · F
Yes, it's such a negative planet we live on. We gotta stick with the ones that care about us, grab all the happiness we can find❣😊 Let us be a shinning light in a dark world.🕊🌟
@Peaches Yass. Come through, Peaches, with all that positivity. 😏
Peaches · F
[@Umile18, It's only through experience that I've learned negativity begets more negativity...so I always look for that light at the end of the tunnel now a days.😌✨💫
@Peaches Yeah. Good on you then.
SW-User
This is exquisite. Thanks for sharing.
SW-User
Wow. Thank you for writing this. 💙
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BlueDiver · 36-40, M
I love the buildup in this poem - a lot of the great poets are so reserved and subtle with their messages - but with this one you can feel the overarching build toward crescendo. It has the kind of passion that makes me think of Byron. It was a good read.

That said, I think that the message is crap. It's completely true, don't get me wrong - but it's only true for saints. For perfect people. Check your inbox.
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BlueDiver · 36-40, M
I don't disagree - we can get a lot out of trying to strive for perfection. For sainthood. For being the best possible person that we can be. But that growth comes with a heavy cost - you either delude yourself into thinking that you're better than you really are, or you constantly shoot for a mark that you never, ever achieve. You always measure yourself against an ideal, instead of just being glad that you're further along than you were yesterday, or last year.

And the more you try to be perfect, the more you feel like you have to live up to that ideal - to project that image all the time. I spent a long time doing just that - needing myself to be able to handle anything. But it's... exhausting. It's so easy to miss a mark and just feel like crap about it. The pressure and the pride of it is stifling. I would rather let go of any and all attempts to strive to be perfect, or to be anything else - and instead just try to be better than I was yesterday, in the directions that will make my life what I want it to be. In the directions that will (hopefully) make me happy. Let the saints have perfection. I'm okay with being human.
rottenrobi · 56-60, F
Exactly what I'm feeling right now.

 
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