Popular emo songs of the 1990s sing of distance and a desire to collapse that gap, most commonly (since they're emo songs) between a romantic couple, or some ideal childhood circumstance. Closure is such a desire to sing about, distance is such an obstacle to defeat.
There is nothing more valuating, though, than the noticeable correlary posted concerning such a distance and how much it concerns you. This, called misery. Perhaps you might not realize just how much a person means to you until you are no longer allowed the luxury of their presence. So you yearn for that presence to come back.
But I wonder, when that presence is again presented, at how quickly the hollow ache of misery, one that resides so low in a person's abdomen, simply dissipates, hastily replaced by relief and elation. Yet how valuable is misery, then; for elation would not occur if it were not for the emptiness preceding it. This, an appreciation for misery sometimes called masochism, is sometimes for one to allow it value and graduating appreciation through its perpetuation. But some say, in response to such accusations of an addiction to misery, that they will allow it to perpetuate as long as it must, for the fortune that follows will be all the greater.
4 comments:
the worst, but also very realistic truth that i've found is that sometimes we assign distance the role of misery-causer when it's other things within ourselves.
i've definitely had a past long distance relationship where in someone's absence i've built them up on a pedestal... and then when that distance is removed, it's really tough to rationalize why you're not elated. just something to think about.
Hmm yeah, as if the distance is what creates the opportunity for that pedestal, and when distance is eliminated, then you see no reason to have created it. That can be a really frustrating thing.
i didn't know you felt so strongly about the distance that separates us scoot ;)
valentines day brunch?
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