Wisdom for 900, please.

"The essence of being alive is most well contained in sadness or tragedy."

I wrote that in my journal earlier; I was talking a bit about it today.

There was an auction in my Area III class in which you bid upon the most important guaranteed traits:  Honesty, knowledge, love, travel, sex, material possessions, creativity.   You were given a theoretical $1000.

I chose to avoid Happiness because, ironically, lasting and free happiness would make me ultimately uncomfortable and depressed.  

Truly, I feel most alive when I'm really feeling something, and that tends to be tragedy or sadness in it's purest form.  If something is completely happy and cheery, I don't feel a connection with it.  I can't feel like it's real.

And as much as I love happiness, there is a delicate and powerful beauty in horrible things.

It is intricate and woven softly into all of our lives, sometimes with thick and messy strains splitting at the ends.  

My favorite are thin strings, fragile yet somehow strong with weight.