All the Birds of This Day

Are my posts sad? I swear they sometimes must seem so sad. I'm a happy person. I am a person.

And actually, sometimes, I am sad. And actually right now I am so sad. and I'm wearing a cute sweater. and it's raining outside, and i can't stop crying. The only thing i can think to think of is some parts of a book i've been reading:

There is no evil in sorrow. True, it is not an essential good, a good in itself, like love; but it will mingle with any good thing, and is even so allied to good that it will open the door of the heart for any good.

To mourn is not to fight with evil; it is only to miss that which is good.

Begin to love as God loves, and thy grief will assuage; but for comfort wait His time. What He will do for for thee, He only knows. It may be thou wilt never know what He will do, but only what He has done: it was too good for thee to know save by receiving it. The moment thou art capable of it, thine it will be.

The Lord has come to wipe away our tears. He is doing it; He will have it done as soon as He can; and until He can, He would have them flow without bitterness; to which end He tells us it is a blessed thing to mourn, because comfort is on its way. Accept His comfort now, and so prepare for the comfort at hand. He is getting you ready for it, but you must be a fellow-worker with Him, or He will never have done. He must have you pure in heart, eager after righteousness, a very child of His Father in heaven.

So there it is. Beautiful, and hopeful and sad and hard. I guess that is what life is. And that's okay.