today...

today was a sad day. isn't it poetic and yet so contradictory that we need sad things in life so that we recognize the joyful things but at the same time the sad things render the joyful things almost trivial in a sense?

i also wonder this- did this many sad things always happen, even when we were young, and we just weren't told about them by the grown-ups in charge, and now that we are the grown-ups in charge we are told about all of the sad things? or did this many sad things just start happening in the world? if the former, being a grown-up in charge sucks worse than i thought it did and if the later, why?

today has been a wandering and wondering day.