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Today was kind of drizzly. The sky remained slate grey all day, and the clouds stubbornly refused the sun's rays. After class, I was walking across campus with my friend Brittany. All around us people with umbrellas and boots were hurrying to get to their next class and out of the rain.

As we were walking past Old Main I randomly commented "it's beautiful out today." And Brittany responded "Becky, you think the weirdest things are beautiful." (And I could have been offended by this, I guess, but it made me happy.) I know most people here - Brittany included - seem to despise the rain and cloudy days, so I said "look at it this way: if it didn't rain, the trees wouldn't bud, and campus would remain parched and ugly all year." And Brittany considered that for a moment and said "I guess you're right. So maybe you're not weird, just optimistic."

Lately, though, it seems like optimism is a weird and difficult thing to come by, my own life included. Which is sad, I guess. Like the other day when Christine and I were talking about...something. And I said something along the lines of "if there weren't any bad days, there wouldn't be good days, either. The bad days are what help people to appreciate the good days." And Christine just looked at me and said "Have you been reading self-help books lately?" That kind of amused me, in a sad way.

All of this reminds me of a Tod Leonard and the Philanthropists lyric:

Had we never come across the vastness of pavement,
The barrenness of waves and the grayness of the sea,
Never lost or ne'er been misguided,
We'd have ne'er reached seas so shining.

I guess I've got my philosophy.


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