In Peace, love and serenity

"The world would be unendurable if you were wide awake." "Pain is the opposite of joy, but joy is a kind of pain." T.S.Eliot. How vividly I remember those two quotes off my knowledge of English literature. I have always been fascinated with 'unendurable' and with opposites which are synonyms. And there I find it, by T.S.Eliot. Literature is so much like life, in that there are volumes of it. Life also has volumes, sometimes starkly chaptered by life's events. I am writing presently in the second volume, second or third chapter of my life... or so I think. The first day of the rest of my life never ever came easy. It still isn't today. I've had one too many of those perhaps. But when hope settles in, then the past makes it's exit. It never really goes away until you find hope. If you only know what it is like not to hope, then once found, there is no way on earth I am giving it away. Not any day, and not today.