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.
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