January 22, 2021•114 words
Sometimes I think I'd dare to say bittersweet is the taste of life.
The optimist in me shouts: "no, it's all sweet!" It has to be. There's so much beauty, so much love, so much power. All this beauty is sweet, aye?
Then the pragmatist-realist replies: but how many times things ended bittersweet? So many. There was always a flaw in the beauty, a shard that stung the heart.
It has taken me a lot of time to start realizing that the best endings are bittersweet. The best stories are not perfect. The best lives are not perfect.
Perfect is boring. Sweet is overwhelming. Dull without contrast.
Only sweet when served with bitter.