Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Leaves from a Poison Psalter

When you are visited by a small disappointment, there is nothing like a long walk in the rain, with sad songs playing in your headphones, to convert it to a large one.

This is good. Because small disappointments are for children, while large disappointments—and the brooding that accompanies them—well, there’s nothing more adult. Epic, even.

Remember: Your tears are not only sweet and delicious, they are endlessly nourishing. And if you nurture all your hurts, no matter how petty, they will nurture and sustain you in turn. Oh, yes.

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