Prisms and Feelings.
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer , Everything Is Illuminated How many times do we wish to be zapped into oblivion because reality gets in the way of our dreams or acting happy? It's something that has been perplexing me for quite some time, especially more so this past month. (September-worst month ever. Wake Me Up When September Ends makes so much sense now.) But sadness is a feeling that we can't really let go of. We cannot control it, all we can simply hope for is that (even though it seems impossible) is inexplicably wait for sunshine. That the prism refracts a rainbow after the rain. But lo and behold, the minute we feel that we have let go, our unsatisfied human selves find themselves in yet another puzzle called grief. And to be honest, its quit...