darkwall
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I was walking around the park when I suddenly took a deep breath through my nose and remembered that the world is full of scents. I never smell anything - I expect that the stench will be awful, and so my world is almost without fragrance.
What this means is that the only smells I take in are the bad ones, which are unavoidable. Lovely scents are hard to find, and one must breathe deeply to appreciate them.
I don't think that I've ever come up with a better metaphor for my life. I shut myself off from people to cut out all the pain, and in doing so cut out all that is good as well. Like a bad stench, the side of human nature that impresses itself on me is an overwhelmingly rotten one: for good deeds are as subtle as fine fragrances.
Pride is the enemy of love. I am proud, and so I hurt myself to prove my strength. If I open myself up then I will also be hurt - yet it is worth fifty pains for that one elusive joy when two open souls meet each other's eyes.
What this means is that the only smells I take in are the bad ones, which are unavoidable. Lovely scents are hard to find, and one must breathe deeply to appreciate them.
I don't think that I've ever come up with a better metaphor for my life. I shut myself off from people to cut out all the pain, and in doing so cut out all that is good as well. Like a bad stench, the side of human nature that impresses itself on me is an overwhelmingly rotten one: for good deeds are as subtle as fine fragrances.
Pride is the enemy of love. I am proud, and so I hurt myself to prove my strength. If I open myself up then I will also be hurt - yet it is worth fifty pains for that one elusive joy when two open souls meet each other's eyes.