Irony.
We’re cramming our heads full of unnecessarily philosophical thoughts. There’s no need to convolute simplicity into a bloated pessimistic mess.
I know I’m one to talk with this, and if anything, I’m painting the target on my back willingly in this post. I’ve spent many hours churning anything from the acceptable to the incredible into drolled down experiences so that they might be described with a larger and more introspective vocabulary.
Which, of course, makes no sense. Maybe I’m exhausted of the needless explorations and picked scabs, but there’s something incredible in letting things be what they are. There isn’t a need to blow them into something worse, nor into something better. And maybe, when we realize that, things might be better off.
So fucking smile. It’s a good look, and a better feeling.
