I don't know if I believe in bad days anymore; just days that build character. A day can't be bad. It's not as if the day began to pout, and if rain is mother earth's tears, and not Zeus' blessing, I'm guessing she's crying because she's happy like any old mother who can't help but be overwhelmed by beauty or feeling. So what is a bad day? You. You and that unbridled pandorum of feelings that can't help but sway you this way or that. Ha. No wonder Xenophanes explained the Gods as abstractions of the human mind. The Gods all behave as meddlesome children who cannot control their emotions and disregard any collateral damage from their actions. So how often do we suffer the Gods?
It would seem to me that within each story within Ovid's rest a moral that serves to better help us live our lives to the fullest. But as easy as it is to pinpoint and figure out those stories which we've lived, how do we make the maneuver to understanding and most importantly remembering the stories that have yet to play out in our own lives?
A famous poet once said "Life wouldn't be so beautiful if it wasn't for our ability to forget if only to remember again." And while I don't exactly agree with him, he makes a strong point. We are a forgetful people. We often suffer through the same indulgences time and time again, because we never learn, or we forget, and are forced once again to drown in the chthonic waters until the day comes where we once again recollect, and remember the mor(t)ality of the stories passed down to us.
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