Broken Glass Park
The Tragedy Of Joy
The sadness of joy, is not being able to put it into words. I can go on and on about my sadness, anger, stress, etc. And I have. With joy... I can't make anyone understand. I can't even share it with anyone because either they won't understand it, or they will somehow "burst my bubble." Whatever "bubble" I had, was burst several times today. People suck. Pretty much everyone annoys and/or frustrates me and sometimes... worse. Nonetheless, I had more joy than I can describe. I got through all these hurdles with so much more ease than usual. I could try to describe this joy, offline in my offline journal, but I'd rather not have that frustration... of still not being able to describe this new-found joy.
In any case, if no one understands my pain, I realize that's good, in the sense that they are not in this much pain or have never experienced this much pain.
Still, this world vastly disappoints me. If I were God, I might SMH, so much I'd destroy the universe. Good thing I'm not.
God, I'm so weird... one more reason I love Joji that I'm not sure I've mentioned in here or at least not that often... he is delightfully strange. 😊😊😊
To conclude: Here are a couple of lyrics from The Cult, one of my husband's favorite bands and the second lyric is certainly words to him! 😙😙😙 :
"And the world, and the world, and the world... brings me down."
"But, the fire in your eyes, keeps me alive."
Providing developers and businesses with a reliable, easy-to-use cloud computing platform of virtual servers (Droplets), object storage ( Spaces), and more.