"a ragged cup, a twisted mop, the face of Jesus in my soup"

[8_tigerlily_8]

 Sorrow has always been more closely related to peace for me than pleasure.

Pleasure, fleeting at its best, leaves us deficient in some way.

Pleasure if it is the apex of human life is not enough.

We crave something stronger, something durable, something penetrating and accessible.

Pleasure is always us...plus something. What if I do not have access

Comments

[anissa_c]

I have never heard anyone describe pleasure in that way. That was a bit of a jolt! It really resonated with me and my pleasure deficient life. No matter how much I am responsible for my own happiness, happiness is still not pleasure and engaging in the crazy dance of the persuit of pleasure is deficient.
I do find more happiness in a certain sorrow than in pleasure. Sorrow (not depression, not regret or fear or anger), when it's a little bit melancholy is so peaceful. And, of course, you can't experience the goodness, it can't be trusted without it.

I just wish I was stuck in the sorrow and not the despair right now. The despair feels pretty fruitless too

[8_tigerlily_8]

yes despair is not the resting place of peace. I pray you will find a good sorrow anissa

[anissa_c]

Thanks. It's actually a nice thing to say! I hope you keep writing over the winter break and I will endeavour to as well