september 1

I just finished reading (listening to) The Goldfinch. 32 hours of despair. I'm sure the main character would see these petals and see death/decay/depression. I see a life well spent, rest after hard work, the cycle ending to make way for a new one. I suppose I didn't experience the same trauma as the story, but neither do most people. I wholeheartedly disagree with the conclusive message that life is a shit storm you wade through trying to find the magic. For me, it is magic if you decide to have the perspective to allow it.