General Chatter

[Sentimental Gentleman]

I hate my volatile emotions.

Sometimes I hate my own volatile emotions too. But I also think they're what help me to live my life as intensely as I do. Even if I would have a placid existence by doing so, I'm not sure I would be willing to give up the violent ecstasy my sensations, my sentiments, and my visions are capable of throwing me into. Could I live without a passionate hunger for Applejack gnawing within me? Or without those moments of pride in which I feel the history of generations of humanity coursing through my veins? Do you not find that, for every wound the rose of feeling inflicts with its thorns, it repays us with the blushing splendor of petals that have been steeped in our heart's blood until they glisten a glorious crimson?

I think even our lowest moments have a cruel beauty to them that transcends our individual pain and places us in communion with the higher powers of universal fate. Isn't that what the tragic theatre always tried to teach us?

Emotional volatility is, I believe, the sign that we are sensitive and soulful instruments, resonating in harmony with every note plucked upon the divine lyre of being. It is a blessing and a curse, but above all it is a gift...and I find that I am not so ungrateful as to toss it aside.

But is there something troubling you, Kaltes-Herzelied? If there is, you know we are always here to listen to you and to stand by you as best we can.