There is no love without loss
No joy without pain
No life without death A fulfilling life doesn’t pretend to have it all while keeping the toughest stuff out of view.
we are mortal. i think there's immense value in being unattached to mortal considerations and liberation from suffering, but this world is so easy to be attached to. there's poetry that's yet to be written, fresh fruit that's still seeds. let me go through dark days so that poetic words can come to mind. let me hunger a bit so the fruit tastes sweet.
this website is full of people recommending (mostly) great things, sharing ideas, and things they love. i logged onto twitter and immediately feel horrible so i switched tabs back to here (and yes i am using desktop!)
Written in the 70s, not released until 1982, this song holds up. It’s devastatingly sad, and impossibly beautiful. Good morning, my darling, I'm telling you this
To let you know that I'm sorry you're sick
Though, tears of sorrow won't do you no good
I'd be your doctor if only I could What do want from the liquor store?
Something sour or something sweet?
I'll buy you all that your belly can hold
You can be sure you won't suffer no more I'd swim the ocean or the deepest canal
To get to you, darling, just to make you well
There's no place on Earth I wouldn't hasten to go
To cool the fever, this I want you to know What do want from the liquor store?
Something sour or something sweet?
I'll buy you all that your belly can hold
You can be sure you won't suffer no more
