The Beauty of the Unbearable

Of course, it’s all unbearable. Life was always meant to be only bearable in parts, fragmentally joyful, disjointedly awful. A hot and cold cup of blood for the human soul. Life! What do we know of it, how on earth do we cope? We simply must trust the beauty of the unbearable. If you hate a Mahler symphony, or rap music, then learn to be infinitely patient, be stoic. If you like happy music, tune it out, get sad listening to all things sad, in time, it will not feel so bad. Life is short, so drag it out. The unbearable length of those long periods between heaven and hell will serve you well. Of course, no one gets through it unscathed, but if you know how to bear the unbearable, forebear and embrace, then you may just avoid becoming a cynical poet.