I go back and forth between the feeling that melodrama is actually hugely important and that it is merely a symptom of such an atrocious form boredom. After all, is it wise to think of all the small and insignificant details as extremely important? Or, are those details better left as that, mere details. What of those events which come to you and change - even just briefly - the way you see the world? Your life? Yourself? Are these such grandiose events that we should treat them with semi-sacred reverence? Or maybe it's best to recognize them as the less than minor details that they will remain in the annals of history...
I'd like to propose a thought: in holding the lens that life is a joke (and a poor one, at that), I've become increasingly more convinced that life should be lived as if it were cosmically important. In the very least, this will keep things interesting; and in the very best, life may one day be important and worthwhile.
And then I remember that it's all been said before.
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