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Summary

The author reflects on the profound appreciation for life amidst the presence of death, using the metaphor of a deceased deer in the garden and the personal act of painting nails black in mourning.

Abstract

In the midst of the discovery of a dead deer, the author paints their nails black as a symbol of defiance and mourning. The air, thick with death, prompts introspection about the wonders of life and the struggle of reaching for the unreachable. Despite the solitude and the absence of an audience, the author strives to maintain grace, holding onto the belief that there is something greater out there. The narrative weaves through the emotional landscape of gratitude, loss, and the search for meaning, emphasizing the power of appreciation for life's experiences.

Opinions

  • The author feels a deep gratitude for the ability to appreciate life, considering it a gift.
  • There is a sense of isolation and introspection, as the author contemplates life's enormity in the face of their own insignificance.
  • The act of smiling, even in solitude, suggests a personal commitment to grace and positivity despite life's hardships.
  • The repeated phrase "I try to push out a smile" indicates a conscious effort to find and express thankfulness, regardless of the surrounding despair.
  • The author seems to believe in the existence of something beyond the immediate, tangible experiences, hinting at a spiritual or existential optimism.
  • The mention of "the silvery eye" could imply a higher power or fate that has impacted the lives of those around the author, leading to a mix of victory, sorrow, and broken dreams.

And I’m More Alive Than Ever

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This morning, I have painted my nails black in defiance. I am dressing in mourning. It has been two days already since they found the deer in the garden, so the air is thick with death. I try to push out a smile as if to say “thank you” for having given me the gift of being able to appreciate just how wonderful it is to live just how wondrous it is to be alive, just how tremendous it is for one tiny creature like myself go through life taking everything at arm’s length — knowing that no matter how close I might get, there would always be something beyond my reach — and yet still seeing what I can get. and it’s strange but even though no one is out here watching and there isn’t anyone here but myself I find myself still trying to hold on to grace as if the world was looking. everyone is gone, either already won by the silvery eye– or crying or broken dreams. and yet and yet I still believe that there is something out there. I try to push out a smile as if to say “thank you.” I try to push out a smile as if to say “thank you.”

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