Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release...
So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love--loving the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exit.
-Foer
Happiness: happiness of unconditional love, happiness of company, happiness of being understood, kissing happiness, happiness of nostalgia, happiness of letting go, floating on happiness, happiness of reminders, happiness of finding the perfect words to express what you mean, happiness of doing exactly what you want exactly when you want, happiness of seeing things for the first time, happiness of things that are static
Sadness: sadness of being misunderstood, sadness of love without release, sadness of not knowing enough words to express what you mean, sadness of having options, sadness of wanting sadness, sadness of confusion, sadness of finishing a book, sadness of remembering, sadness of forgetting, anxiety sadness, sadness of feeling the need to create beautiful things, sadness of moving too quickly, sadness of laughter that’s not infinite
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