I think life is good. In fact, I think life is beautiful.
I think the beauty of life lies in its' sorrow, its' pain. Whenever I am confronted with someone who is quite against the qualities of winter I rejoice. I begin by explaining how many great things the winter has to offer, from the snow, spreading serenity across everything, to snowballs, snowmen, snow angels, snow days, snow cones, seeing one's breath, a warm fire, cozy anythings, and hockey. The rant was usually capped with the reminder that Santa came in the winter, and so did my birthday.
before I let the conversation be, I reminded my audience the most important thing of all; "even if you don't like winter look at it this way: having to go through the winter makes sumner that much better."
and that's how this life is. The crappy shit we have to deal with, it makes all the cool stuff even better! Everyone has different levels of bad, of things they have to deal with, and accordingly have different levels of what is "good". But we all experience our own goods in a much more passionate way because of the "bad" that we must endure.
for that I am thankful to you Bonita for two independent and intertwined ways. I love you with all that I am. You are my good. You made me appreciate life because of how good it was with you in it. You are the first woman that I have loved with everything that I am.
you are also the bad. Life without you apart of it has been like the repeated ripping off of a bandaid. You and we were so good that I cannot keep myself from our memories, from my own thoughts. And each time I access you the bandaid is ripped off again. The pain is new again, the sorrow seems to have never left.
such is life Bella. I'm ok with the idea of never having you again. I have begun to realize that the pain I continuously remind myself of is to remind myself only of you, mi corizon.
life is beautiful, Bonita. And your beauty made my realize it.
yo te quiero, mi skirls...
