The beauty of sadness...or lack thereof

On the most part I would think that I am a more a literal thinker than not. I'm the guy who laughs at inappropriate times and makes awkward moments seem more so. There is something so beautiful about the world and its language when you take it out of its sometimes all too popular context. Pulling words out of a book and looking at them without giving any thought to their relationship to each other or to the syntax that supports them. Tangible by-products.
On one occasion today, the phrase (and I use the term very loosely) [,Josh.] was brought to the forefront of the group and an idea was born. Regardless of what the idea was, the mere fact that something so abstract could lend to the development of an idea, is, quite frankly, one of the rare truths of why I exist!
On the second, possibly not so literal, but definitely in my opinion just as important occasion today, was a statement a friend made. Amidst our conversation about personal tragedy and both our inability to deal with the delivery of its news, he concluded that; the reason he was unable to deal with sad moments was because he was inexperienced with sadness in his life. What a wonderful thing to reflect on I figure!
With all the negativity that finds its way into our lives and all the complaining that we try to fight back, its still a comfort to know that there is, simply and literally put, more good than bad.

Happy Thoughts,

Oggie