The Long Life of Sorrow

You can love someone and still not be able to stay together! You can love someone and still have to divorce them!

The pain of it! People become so much, but never quite what you hoped they'd be.

Yet you have to accept it all. Acceptance itself is life! And if you can't accept, what else remains worth living for?

What happens if you die? Nothing happens. Nothing changes. So you return to life. Even if it's a shattered, defeated life—but it's still life! One day it will stand upright again. If you live long enough, life finds its footing.

Life can go on without love, but it cannot limp along without hope. So let that hope survive, let it flourish. If nothing else, I want to live just to breathe in the scent of a single rose.

Can anyone who can make a small child smile by merely looking into their eyes ever truly be defeated? Can I not bring a smile to at least one child's face? I surely can!

I tell myself these things. My gifts are meager, so no grand dreams visit my mind—I need only to keep myself alive. If I were truly worthy, surely that person would have loved me!

Never mind. I don't need so much. I'll live with nothing at all.

Sorrow—that's the only thing I can tell everything to, the only thing I want to hold and weep into. What a shame: in this life, no one became my sorrow! Everyone was only joy, and then they vanished!

From now on, I will search only for sorrow.