Welcome to the Wasteland

Oddly enough, some nursery rhymes have rather dark themes. Ring around the Rosie has its origins from the plague and yet we have young children dancing and laughing to the lyrics (?) with the meaning of the words they're chanting lost to them. Same goes with London Bridge and its falling down.

However, instead being of innocent morbidity of those rhymes, The Wasteland is blatantly so with its own rhymes. The meaning is not very obvious at the beginning, but the last few parts mention death by name and suffering by theme. But despite its depressing topic, The Wasteland fails to faze me. Talk of inevitable perishing and such definitely involves questions that even constant brooding will not provide a satisfactory answer. That is why I find it much easier to not care about the issue whatsoever. I understand death and am not naïve enough to believe it won't happen but contemplation of these saddening topics should not derail from the enjoyment of life, which I think is something Virginia Woolf failed to take into account as she wrote about burning moths and and shell shock.

A message to all: life is infinitely worth living.