“how mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!”
-mary shelley, frankenstein
is this not so true?
when we throw our whole selves into life, when we want to reach the highest mountains and explore all of the nooks and crannies of this existence, sometimes our hearts are left vulnerable. i really don’t think this is a bad thing, it’s just part of embracing every day and hour and moment we are given. truly beckoning to life, with open, loving arms, is accepting the whole package – the triumphs as well as the tears – because we’ve come to the realization that the whole package is what makes life so unbelievably beautiful.
and when we are miserable, we keep holding on, because we know with an absolute certainty that it’s worth it and that there is still light somewhere. we’ve developed this exhilarating, undying love for this adventure we’re living, because across the years it has time and time again come through for us.
we hold fast to life and all it’s made of because the wonders of it far outshine the misery. we’re drawn to the glorious experience of living and living fully – raw, unbroken, and wild.
what’s your take on this quote?
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