We put a pressure on ourselves to love every moment we’re faced with, call ourselves negative, pessimists, cynics if we do not. We think positivity is the only path forward, that grinning while enduring it is the answer, we think ourselves weak if we struggle, if we falter, if we long for something else. Why? Why does light carry more worth than dark, why does joy assume higher value than sorrow? Are we not made of both, are we not built to house the juxtaposition of all things?
Maybe We Will Grow | 3.11.21
Maybe We Will Grow | 3.11.21
Maybe We Will Grow | 3.11.21
We put a pressure on ourselves to love every moment we’re faced with, call ourselves negative, pessimists, cynics if we do not. We think positivity is the only path forward, that grinning while enduring it is the answer, we think ourselves weak if we struggle, if we falter, if we long for something else. Why? Why does light carry more worth than dark, why does joy assume higher value than sorrow? Are we not made of both, are we not built to house the juxtaposition of all things?