“I only know goodness, and anger, and revenge, and evil, and desire. These seem to me far better words than neurosis, psychology, and paranoia. These old words, these good old words have a sort of conviction, which all this modern apparatus of language now lacks. We bury these words, these simple feelings, we bury them deep. Nor the building over that constitutes this century will not wish these feelings away.” John Morgan
How easy sometimes it is to fake cheerfulness! These good old words shall be respected, as well as one's true feelings too, respected and recognised, not faked nor buried. These words build the fundamentals of humanity, and there is nothing wrong of coming across them, experiencing them, feeling them, deeply. What is hindering us from expressing what we really think and feel? What if death comes and finds us in utter ore? The boy died with contentment, respecting …