People come, people go – they’ll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and adventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, not the ones from the past.
You have to look at what you have right in front of you, at what it could be, and stop measuring it against what you’ve lost. I know this to be wise and true, just as I know that pretty much no one can do it.
She breathed in the crisp autumn air, hoping the loveliness of nature would somehow cleanse her soul and overshadow her sorrow.
Let me tell you what is absolutely vile, humiliating and low: war, racism, homophobia, etc.. Uttering the word fuck is nor disgraceful or despicable. Language is the most sacred tool to express disappointment, anxiety, excitement, and most importantly to mildly communicate one thought, if possible. So, if you become moderately offended when someone says the word fuck, I believe you are limited. There is a transcendental value far more significant in saying one simple word: Something you and I cannot actualize or make tangible. And this is where the concept of language becomes perilous, fuck becomes just a word. It is a paradoxical theory to claim that language is supreme but also arbitrary. We give words meaning. You give words meaning. You invent your reality. Realities become truth and truth becomes lie. My truth is: fuck is just a word. Now war, racism and homophobia, are implemented actions. They spread hate and volumes of ignorance to innocent minds. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Do you see how that works? I am communicating my frustration. Words do not wound people, actions do. Thankfully we have words for such vile, inhumane acts. If there wasn’t a definition for any of these words, as a society we would lack compassion and actualization. We must define our virtue, as well as our evil, and add ornate adjectives or interjections to give passion to our cognition. Fuck is not an offense, fuck will not launch a bomb on your city, fuck will not amputate your leg, fuck will not endanger your life. So I politely ask you, to get your head out of your ass, and realize avoiding a couple of words don’t add to your refinery as a human being. Having a kind heart, and gentle intentions demonstrate sophistication of the mind, and soul, eventually projected by the body.
I’ve got to pick myself up
Dust myself off
And start all over again.
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It’s time to put an end to this. It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved.
We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.
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