life and death never finding Nirvana

Spent the last 30 or so hours getting to know Kurt Cobain.
Never knew him until now. He was a suicide and a grunge guy, so I figured we wouldn’t relate, that we’d best steer clear.

Wish he was here now, though. Full of anger and love at the same time. Full of depression and inspiration, appreciation and resentment, compassion and criticism, all at once-we are very kindred in this way.

I understand this battle he had: and the guilt. The critical and constant collision between love and hatred, compassion and disdain, for the unbearable dishonesty, stupidity, fragility, and cruelty emanating from almost everyone.