Only yesterday did my choir start on a new piece, this Italian love song. While learning it, my conductor started talking about Italians, and how they're always so dramatic. (No offence.) There was this one sentence she said that stuck in my mind, like an annoying piece of chewing gum at the bottom of my shoe:
They'd rather love and be in pain than not love at all.
It kept coming back to me, hour after hour. I thought about it, and I thought, " I'd also rather love and be in pain than not love at all".
I've heard people talk about love. It's a sensitive topic. They use words like "magical" , "wonderful" and "extraordinary" to describe love. Some say it can't be described, it's just this feeling, but a very good one. I don't know how to describe love either, but I know it would be terrible to live a life without love. I'd rather love and be in pain than not love at all.
Next topic.
Were you readers ever forced to tell someone off? It's your duty, it's your job to maintain order and togetherness in the group you belong to, but if someone really sticks out in a bad way and you were forced to step in and say something, how would you act, knowing that whichever decision you chose to make, you'd get hated by someone?
Were you ever driven to the point where even that someone's bad behavior bothered you? Would you tolerate it and save yourself from that someone (comes with the whole group hating you), or would you just nail it down and get hated by that someone?
I hate this feeling, getting hated for doing my job. It's like there are choices but I'm not given any good ones, ones that'll save myself.
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