Wednesday, 3 December 2014

The Beauty of Melancholy

Sadness dissipates and with it,

Comes the realization that life goes on.

Time ticks and time tocks

Slowly washing over you is the beauty of melancholy

A feeling like no other.

The pain, the paradoxical joy of suffering

Suddenly is evident to you. 

There is no elation if one knows not of suffering

This is assuring and as true that there is no wind without air,

Sea without water and courage without fear.

~Charlie 





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