singing in the rain

I believe it was Nietzsche (or Bergson? Gah, I don't really remember, but I'm sure I saw it in Ideas III and it definitely wasn't Wittgenstein, Heidegger, Freud or Marx. That just leaves Comte, Mill, Nietzsche and Bergson. Help me out here!) who said that life cannot be one endless continuum of extasy, of continuous excitement that prevents us from resting, just as it cannot be one permanent period of unalteration, endless tranquility that makes our soul enter a sort of letargic state. Life is a combination of both extremes, leading us into a sort of roller coaster ride where some days are ups and some are downs, but in the end both are necessary to lead a sane life. Currently, my life is sliding up to reach one of the highest turns I've yet experienced, after having suffered a rather harsh fall that prolongued for a couple of months. It seems like everything came together in a perfect way, at the perfect time. If this is the All-Mighty One's attempt at making up for the fact that he made my life incredibly miserable only a few months ago, or simply another cruel joke of fate where they get me all worked up over the good things in my life and suddenly -bam!, they are gone and I'm back to that everlasting, miserable, dark pit of depression, I don't know, and I don't care.

I feel like I'm on top of the world again, and it feels damn good to be back. School's almost over (THANK YOU ALL MIGHTY ONE) and I might not do soo badly like last semester. Teh boyfriend and I are doing awesome, and most of my friends are doing well too, and that makes me happy. I know my posts are perkier and a lot more fun/creative/interesting/poetic when I'm sad or pissed off, but I'll try my hardest to provide you with the same entertainment now. I'll leave you now with an image that made my day: