Sadness

I spoke to two people in the last 24 hours and they both have different approaches to God.  One was sad, always sad and disappointed about life, and the weather on the road that she traveled.  She lived in a constant state of grief.  Grief about being alone, about loosing her parents when she was young, and grief about always being in hardship.

The other lived in a state of contentment, or understanding.  Understanding that makes life's disappointing seem to be natural.  One where chaos is equal to 1.  One who understands that every thing is not perfect, and that laughing at life's irony is well, required.

But then i took time to think about the former, that when life has provided her with such messed up weather, there is nothing to smile about.  There is nothing to laugh at.  One who dreams, where happiness occurs in dreams.  And sadness and worry occurs in dreams.  And life is but a big sob fest. One where life is depressing. One where life is uncool.

Dense.  The things tragedy's are made of.  Art imitating life.  Life being harder than life.  Crazy.  True. An independent film.