And we spend so much time wishing our lives were different, comparing ourselves to other people and to other versions of ourselves,
when really most lives contain degrees of good and degrees of bad.
Marcelo and Joanna and the other Brazilian guy were staring at her wide-eyed, but she was on a roll now. Freewheeling.
There are patterns to life... Rhythms. It is so easy, while trapped in just the one life,
to imagine that times of sadness or tragedy or failure or fear are a result of that particular existence.
That it is a by-product of living a certain way, rather than simply living.
I mean, it would have made things a lot easier if we understood there was no way of living that can immunise you against sadness.
And that sadness is intrinsically part of the fabric of happiness. You can’t have one without the other.
Of course, they come in different degrees and quantities. But there is no life where you can be in a state of sheer happiness for ever.
And imagining there is just breeds more unhappiness in the life you’re in.
“That is a great answer,” Marcelo said, after he was sure she was finished.But tonight I would say, at the concert, you seemed happy.
When you played ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ instead of ‘Howl’, that was such a powerful statement. It was saying: I am strong.
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