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Saturday, June 30, 2007
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 from the eyes of our youth, the world is beautiful. everything's still ahead of us, so many opportunities, so much love going around. we live day by day in the small subconscious knowledge that whilst each and every little thing we do now could affect how we will live our lives, we know that however it turns out, it's not the path but how it's walked that determines our happiness. of course there are countless times in childhood when we've wept the unfairness of this world, of others and the tragedies that they cannot escape, of the pain that others do not pretend to bear heroically. the poor, the afflicted, the lost. our pain is small compared to theirs, we say. what is our pain? our worlds are complete. inevitably, however, worlds are distant, and we live in small, bright circles, and even all that we hear is actually from the inside. so people say, what a perfect life you've got. you've always got loved ones to comfort you when you're unhappy, you know yourself that even materially you are blessed. and besides, what do you know of suffering? you have never experienced it in your heart and mind, even if the situation presented itself physically. the answer to the voice is clear; but isn't it all subjective? if you choose to look upon the world as a place of tragedy and unhappiness, then so will it seem to you, as your will imposes itself upon your mind. my happiness is from within, and my childish troubles i push aside and embrace what gives me joy, for isn't that what we desire? still you cannot excuse that circumstances differ for every one; though a child in happy poverty may live out a life as full as a city kid, can you fairly claim that a man blinded and crippled, in pain for all of his time has the same capacity for contentment? is it not actually then all down to the power of one's will, to live an abundant life besides? and even so the consciousness of the pain remains present to one's mind, even though it be pushed to a small corner? so it is easier for some and less so for other men; let this be accepted by all. how then have we the right to make other people's lives less bearable? the power is given unto us to comfort and delight or to add to what large or small affliction our friends bear. it's often told of the foolishness of trying to please all, and that of constant anxiety of hurting others. yet how often do we revel in our private, exclusive happiness and put aside others who do care for us. so what are we to do? for surely honest men have seen both sides of this coin before..? friedemann is not emo this night, or morning, if you would have it, but is rather thoughtless to choose this moment to consider such things whilst friends do live in peace for a time. and withal, he feels no quiet moroseness over these things at this time, but stark silence within, and perhaps small quiet resignation somewhere, meant to be forgotten. goodnight, then. 3:01 am |