saw an episode with an uncannily sweet ending message ..

*scene: butters crying by the ditch after being "dumped" by "gf" (who is really a cheap slut working in a diner paid to flirt) surrounded by goths who are pissed at life*

butters: no thanks, i love life, and yes i'm sad, but i'm really happy that something can make me feel that sad .. its like, it makes me feel alive you know, it makes me feel human, the only way i can feel this sad now is if i felt really before. i guess what i'm feeling is like a .. beautiful sadness ..

just like what i said all along, life is a balance, and extremes lead to opposite extremes. but why shy away from it, why shy away from being badly hurt if that means denying yourself the capability to be extremely happy.

too many people seek sheltered lives hiding away their "delicate" souls and/or hearts encased in what they hope to be indestructible and indiscoverable. yet why do we claim our hearts and souls to be "weak", just because they have the capability to hurt or suffer? or is not the capability to hurt and suffer part of what makes something alive? and is not strength and perseverance characterized by the ability to survive and pull through strife?

is not an athlete's strength and will-power determined by how far he/she can endure, even in the face of pain and fatigue? or is an athlete automatically termed "weak" once muscles start aching? it is neither the heart nor the soul that is so weak, but rather the mind and the spirit that is weak in its will to take risks.

and what soul may survive the suffer of confinement and the loneliness that is brought?