Why does our happiness depress us? It’s a ridiculous notion, but it’s true. We’re happy for a moment, then depressed the next moment? Does this mean we’re inertly sad with happiness being an exception, or vice versa? Perhaps it’s neither? Why does happiness make me cry?
If you want to tell someone that they are beautiful, should you? If you appreciate their eyes, is it creepy to let them know? Perhaps you feel fanciful when they wear their hair in a certain way. Do we tell them that we like it, or avoid saying anything for fear of rejection?
People talk of funerals a lot, and honestly, they make no sense to me. Why would you spout these wonderful things about people if they’re not even around to hear them? Don’t you want them to know how much you love them? Instead of all these goodbyes, should we just speak the truth? Life goes fast, and yes, everyone you know is going to die, but shouldn’t we make it count? You never know if the person you just wanted to compliment will be there tomorrow.
Would you rather me write you a requiem when you’re dead, or a love song when you’re alive?
The sun never goes down, it’s just an allusion caused by the world spinning round. Don’t regret what you can change, and don’t regret appreciating what others say. The best things in life won’t last, and honestly, shouldn’t last. This is why you appreciate what you have, who you have and never say goodbye, because you already should have.
Do you realize?