When I look at you, I see confident uncertainty. You are beautiful in the sense that you have no idea what the fuck is going on, all the time. This is not a tragedy, I know it really sounds tragic, but believe me, it’s not. There is so much we don’t need to know, so much we shouldn’t know. Ignorance is truly bliss, and I’m so jealous that you were chosen to be one of those people born ignorant. You are self-absorbed and everything is easier for you because of it. Dying will be gentler, you won’t feel it as much when it walks with you, sleeps next to you, eats breakfast, lunch and dinner with you. Love will be nicer to you. You won’t be as maimed when it continuously takes from you and wastes your time. Loss will be more like winning,
and you will see no difference between the night and the day.
“This pain, this dying, this is normal. This is how life is. In fact, I realize, there never was an earthquake. Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.”
- Miranda July