Subjective

What I mean also is that everything is subjective. Through a certain lens, the world is bad. There is beauty in the world. It exists together. Shall I make a list of opposite adjectives? You can find them in a book. Are you filled with sadness, mostly? Or joy? What is your lens like? I am saying to B* that I miss the young us in a bar. I don't wish to be young I am saying. I am not pining for youth. I just miss it. It wasn't pure or perfect. There was just a certain quality. My now-lens gives me a different view. Someone was asking me, wouldn't you want to die in your sleep? I said no. Everyone has an idea of a good way to die. It's not the same for all of us. 

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