Too Good

They say that some things in life are just "too good to be true". Like a modestly dressed beauty queen, who likes foreign films, smoking pipes and reading Kierkegaard on a bench on the square. She is inevitably insane.
Nothing in life is as ideal as it seems in our wonderfully hopeful little imaginations. I suppose that perhaps the offset to all of that is that maybe death is not as bad it seems. Maybe dying is like getting a shot; way worse in our imaginations then in reality, before and after the shot. But then again, maybe not.
Anyway, I find it fascinating how we are led away from despair by our imaginations, nothing ever happens the way we plan it, or want it, or expect it, but we go on living as if our next plan will work, as if our next hope will be fulfilled. I find no reason to discourage this, this it seems that the alternative is soul suicide. But the remedy for soul suicide is not denial, but true belief, not wishful thinking, or resignation, cynicism, stoicism, or physical suicide, but true belief, belief that transcends human categories, and transforms both subject and object. I believe this.