"But I don't want comfort.
I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness.
I want sin."
"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."
"All right then," said the Savage defiantly,
"I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
-Brave New World
Look around you.
Life happens because of feelings.
The true actions are done because of how a person feels.
We can pretend that our uncontrollable feelings are our faults, our downfall. We can try to lose ourselves in the silicone labrynth of technology, drown ourselves in paperwork and dollar bills. We can take medication until we forget who we are. We can diagnose and catalogue and graph and map and disect and try to find the heart strings to pull so we never have to cry. We can kill so we don't have to think.
Or we can take ourselves as messy and imperfect.
We can take ourselves as feel-ers, as life live-ers, as truth-ers.
"All good things are wild and free"