notes on a sunday.
eternally torn between the bitterness of tears and the sweetness of laughter.
is your life a comedy or a tragedy?
the story of us being welded together in attempts to build the whole seems to say that we will forever remain as halves in a constant search for that which we lack. we want because we are incomplete. we want to be found outside of ourselves. therefore, we should want to never be fulfilled for it is in the lacking that we find desire and it is in the desire that we acquire fulfillment.
“like children that beneath a frosty heaven
snatch in their eagerness at icicles
(first they are ravished with this latest toy;
yet soon they find it hurts their hands to hold
that icy thing; and yet how hard to drop it!)
even such are lovers too, when what they love
tears them between ‘i would not’ and ‘i would’
-Lucas
