The failure of purity

It is not possible to be sad all the time.

The sun shines. The sky is blue. Giddy girlish excitement for the future sweeps away pessimism and every cynical voice swoons and falls apart.

There cannot be purity in a place such as this. Let the wine flow and joy be spoken. Let the smiles of the elderly and the anger of children bring forth gayety.

There is always tomorrow for sorrow.