Quote of the day: “Irony is an insult conveyed in the form of a compliment”
Edwin P. Whipple
Life, as simply as it can, throws me an insult pretending it is complementing me. Creates yet another ironic and full of parallels story and allows me to dwell on it. I sometimes wish I was either more used to not understanding or simply chose to not comprehend certain issues.
Yet I do.
Pieces of charity and goodness come from most unexpected places. They take forms of the couches you are allowed to sleep on, little notes slipped in your virtual mailbox, or explanations not owed but given due to the pure sense of decency. They are calming and helpful for the time being. Yet, just like year ago, somehow they seem to be coming from the wrong people. And there is nothing not right with the people, all that matters is that for the time being things do not seem proper.
Despite sensation that somehow I just went one big circle and I am back exactly where I started, life is still happening and is going to be good. Isn’t it ironic?