Today I made a comment about how hard it is for me to hold on to feelings of joy and how much easier it is for me to brood about the economy or all of my colorful shortcomings. Subsequently, someone passed me a note bearing the following quote:
"Being Irish, (s)he had an abiding sense of tragedy which sustained [her] during temporary periods of joy."
-- Yeats
Perfect. Pitch perfect.
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