I think of this line when I feel like I'm losing it. There really is beauty in the breakdown, and this meaning can be interpreted a number of ways, kinda like Isaiah. Look at me making pop culture all spiritual. I enjoy the feeling of helplessness. Or coming up from it anyway. That feeling that you can conquer the world after realizing your own humanity.
So, I've just been over tired, busy, stressed, dealing with the silliest issues at work, etc. On an average day, this is not Sarah, but that's because I'm mellow to a fault, and let stuff build up. But in my recent exhaustion I realized a few things. 1) somehow I still find the time and energy to blog? 2) the little things in life make me happy......my niece's exuberance in showing me her homework from preschool and exclaiming "awent I doing so good!", watching Magnum PI (which I havent seen in ages) whilst waiting for pictures to upload after what seems like years of technical difficulties (and we're not talking user error here, I've just had the worst luck ever lately....power outages to name one). There's something about that thick mustache and tight shorts that just puts the mind at ease, Jessica and I talking about V for Vendetta, how good it is the bittersweet ending....as Jess put it "they could never be together" (this is where I expect a analytical observation regarding the Vendetta, or V's cause, something other than.....) "because he has no face." and 3) after much stress and worrying and work, everything works out in the end. Yes, I'm a hopeless optimistic. A contradiction in terms. That is me.
See? It's beautiful. The breakdown that is.