Anyway, one day, I was walking to school, and in the midst of my dejection I saw some tulips. Purple, yellow, red, white. And I thought of how pretty they were. And of how, simply by thinking that thought, I had done something that hadn't hurt anyone. And I had the epiphany that I could fill myself with things that I liked that didn't hurt anyone. Sunsets. The feel of a breeze on my face.
And in that moment, my life changed. Like the ancient mariner, it was as though whatever curse under which I'd been living my entire life was broken.
Out of context the text is beautifully, elegantly written. In context (reddit post) it brought a tear to my eye out of the sheer allure of it
ReplyDeleteYes it was well written... the rest of the post was a little overly done, so I omitted it.
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