I never understood your hate for beautiful things. Your claim that beauty doesn’t last is true for all things, including the cherries you pick. Everything will be met by rot, if not by someone else’s hand. That does not mean nothing is to be enjoyed. What a drab way of looking at life, ignoring the duality of all things. Yes, things may be miserable and fleeting, but we must be here for some reason, even if the only reason is to watch beauty before it turns into ash. I go on walks more often and smile at butterflies, who only exist because caterpillars are no more. In that same manner, I can watch the tides roll in and watch the stars gather and dissipate because you and I are no more. Sometimes, I hope you can look at candy stores and lottery tickets and see more than cavities and lost funds. For your sake, not mine, because if you can’t see the beauty, you’re just waiting for decay.
– somebody that you don’t get to know
