Fly.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
4:06 PM
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She doesn’t know how to live in a world filled with such shallowness. She doesn’t have the tools to thrive in a world like this, with its arrogance and its ignorance. Maybe if she was beautiful. Maybe if she didn’t have scars. Maybe if she wasn’t such an overthinker. Maybe if she wasn’t so insecure. Maybe then she could live in a world like this. Now she looks around. She sees the world. She sees nature and its beauty. And she sees that everything ugly in this world is manmade. All she can think is: ‘I do not want to be part of this species. I do not want to add to all the ugliness’. Show to yourself that people can make beautiful things too, stranger. Make something beautiful.
Fade to black.
Right before I pass out for the night — I say pass out, because I can never peacefully fall asleep. I have to be on the verge of passing out, before I will finally flop down on the bed. I ask two simple questions, just as the blackness takes me. What if I never wake up? What if I do wake up again? I am engulfed in two last feelings, curiosity and wonder. The two sensations remind me of something important; that is always my last thought before I sleep: This life is all I can ever hope for, all I could have ever want, all I will ever know.
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