The desperate things seem to require attention, the lovely things seem to elicit celebration. If I had to choose, I would go to the awful in the hope that doing something could yield a happier result.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The kind of world I'm endlessly going on about is pretty well doomed, but nevertheless I think there are recesses of it worth celebrating.
The success of 'The Celebration' was like a hand grenade exploding in my face. It suddenly gave me so many opportunities to explore things I had never done before.
Sometimes I read a biography of some tempestuous artist and find myself longing for fireworks! booze! bloody fights!; I do think that life must be so much more thrilling when you're actively miserable.
I love to be awful. There's nothing wrong with being awful.
Well, that's what life is - this collection of extraordinarily ordinary moments. We just need to pay attention to them all. Wake up and pay attention to how beautiful it all is.
There is a great relief in experiencing the worst vicariously.
There's a lot of mediocrity being celebrated, and a lot of wonderful stuff being ignored or discouraged.
Life is too short not to celebrate nice moments!
If you are paying attention, then the day is going to be pretty joyful, and a lot of delight will fill it.
Try celebrating the best and not the worst.