It constantly surprises me how the same thing can be so brilliant and ugly at the same time. I could be having a coffee, looking at the tree outside my window on a damp afternoon and think that every single leaf glistening with raindrops adds a glowing, simple beauty to the tree - only to stare at the same tree five minutes later and notice how deformed and out of place it really looks upon keener inspection. Maybe this world is too full of greed and pride, too used to selfishness, too caught up in sex and sorrow. Maybe too many people are driven more than they should by their emotions, that we are all somehow heading straight towards a space where life and all it entails feels null. We fly, we sink, we pick ourselves up again then we drown and finally we die.. people crumble so easily. Some are exceptionally vulnerable and others just find themselves subject to the occasional breakdown.. where do I fit in? For starters, I wish I were less of a pessimist.
