Weird Fishes

February 28th, 2024

A friend of mine recently said to me that he didn’t feel like trying anymore (with a particular subject) because, “Why?  It’s only going to end anyway.”  It hit me as being funny at the time.  Maybe the word I felt regarding his feeling is pessimism.  But then you wonder, is he wrong?  Another friend said to me after years of not seeing him, “Holly, we’re dying.”  Just out of nowhere came out and said that.  We’re dying.  It’s true.  We are.  Fatalistic, negative, pessimistic or reality?  Which is it?  It begs the question, is it all worth it? 

It is.  When your toes touch the sand and you can smell the salty damp ocean when you hit that patch of land right before it turns into the bay, when you kiss someone and feel like you are levitating, it’s all worth it.  All of the pain, all of the loss, all of the pleasure that you felt when you looked into a certain someone’s eyes on a cold April night made you feel alive and that’s how you know it’s worth it even if you cried more tears than you knew you had in you for something so brief.  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejdZEe4Rd0o

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slH3r1sHSZQ It’s all wrong, it’s all wrong, it’s all wrong…..it’s all right.