WHEN DRAB MEETS TWAIN

So, today I woke up feeling a little drab, not that I had a rough night or any of those looming fears to face the day, no. And being an ardent user of the internet, I rummage through the sites hoping to see some well written content that could somehow salvage my rather dreary self. To my luck, I stumble on this Mark Twain excerpt which talks about the worth of life and all that. The favourite part is when he says “I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.” This line is described beautifully when "eternity" is compared to the same non-existence we did not experience before birth.

I read this and am thinking, surely, there`s always a nice way to explain something bad, like my the many times that we get judged by all and sundry. Being an avid reader of Twain`s work, I never get disappointed. He is full of subtle humour and whenever I feed my eyes with his marvels, I always get pleasure, a replenished soul and most importantly, real intellectual enjoyment. It`s makes me wish there was a better class of us who read Mark Twain, and if there is, then that`s it, they`re more replenished and intelligent, something we all need. Away from that, before I digressed, I had a plight, my sleazy and dreary morning before Mark Twain happened. It may not apply to all but; some content has a way of reversing moods. And if this fits the glove to most of you, the better, but if it doesn’t, well, "Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress........ But the bottom line is, there’s actually a person I know who fits this feeling for me.