Everything Here Is Beautiful

by Mira T. Lee

There’s a word for this in Portuguese: saudade. It’s not exactly nostalgia, there’s more of a longing in it, for a feeling or way of life that may be impossible to recapture—that may or may not have even existed in the first place. “An indolent dreaming wistfulness” is how I’ve seen one writer describe it. Now that’s a great word.

But now, like this, I think love is just romantic way of explaining selflessness.