There is so much sadness in the world. Why, why? It’s so easy to turn a blind eye to it, when you’re young and don’t have to face it. In fact that’s what being optimistic is all about. Ignoring the bad and the ugly. Sometimes I feel like its all worthless. You’re so excited to grow up and when you do, then what? You have no choice left but to face the ugliness. The world doesn’t let you ignore it anymore; it’s pushed up right to your face, so that you’re overwhelmed by the stench. What can you do? Despair over the fact that you’re no longer the little one that everyone tries to hide the ugly truth from? Or accept the fact that this is life, you’ll never ever escape the bad people, the meanness, the judgments.
I always thought that suicide was a terrible, terrible thing and could not believe anyone would take their own lives. But I know now why Quentin Compson killed himself. For that innocence. Innocence. That word holds so much, it represents all the things this world lacks, the make believe world of innocence parents create for their children, but only for a while, and sooner or later the pure white gets soiled. Quentin, you represent something absolutely stunning, so unbelievably beautiful that there are no words to express it and I understand why you took your life. The world can never hold something so moving as innocence and I know why you killed yourself and took that innocence with you.
