"Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief" said a very brainy William Faulkner in his book (which I haven't read) The Wild Palms. I met this quote in passing at a party thrown by Jean-Luc Godard in 1960 entitled À bout de souffle (in bold, because this is a film [I know my analogy didn't make that clear. sorry.] that needs to be watched by YOU as soon as possible). I have not been able to stop thinking about this quote since our first meeting. It interrupts my silent chai-making morning routine. It causes my unsteady hand to slip during my salad-sporking at lunchtime. It forces me to toss and turn, despite nighttime commanding me to sleep. It haunts me.
Admittedly, it is the greatest truth of my life. Life lived any other way would be...eerily quiet. Checklist: Constant, hurtling motion. Beginnings that are sudden. Endings that are devastating. An unsteady heart. Eyes that are constantly moist. Lips, always dry. Free falling.
Save your lists and timelines, plans and order for the rest of the world. My life's OST is one monstrous, bellowing, reverberant "SOD OFF".
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Hmm..definitely something to think about..actually that's an under-statement -
What would YOU pick?
It's weird, because somehow I feel grief is hidden behind every happiness, only if we perceive it that way, but I also think that yes, between grief and nothing..I'd choose grief! otherwise, things don't really seem to fit! Gawd..I doubt I'm making sense here!
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