The Ticking Clock.

' No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. '

-Steve Jobs.

Words Authorization.

Words seem to hold a certain power behind them that is often overlooked, don’t they?


 They can turn your cheeks cherry red
or the corners of your mouth slowly upwards. 


They can make you burst into a fit of tears 
either from laughing so hard the pit of your stomach hurts, 
or from how much it hurts to hear such cruel things, 
when they feel like a knife straight to the heart, 
or the unexpected sharp pain from one behind you. 


They can carry the empty weight of promises that they can’t ever keep,
 keeping you awake at night and stirring you from sleep (when you can’t help but still believe). 


But with the promises that they can hold,
they can sometimes promise a whole world full of beauty 
that only causes you to fall even harder and much more easily, 
making you want to wrap yourself with all the imagery presented in every sentence spoken 
like a blanket or a fortress they pulled together with string, built just for you to safely live in, all warm and cozy.


Words, if used wisely,
can say so much, 
without saying anything or very little
to mean everything you’ve ever wanted to hear. 
Or they can say a lot and mean so much.. of nothing at all.


The power of such simplicity.


And we yet we abuse such freedom of speech 
uttering whatever foolish, abrasive thoughts  that pops in our supposingly insightful minds
forsaken its dominance of the human emotion
snub and neglecting the harsh remarks that would inflict on one's heavy heart.

4.

There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Liking Is for Cowards. Go for What Hurts.

 by Jonathan Franzen.

“The simple fact of the matter is that trying to be perfectly likable is incompatible with loving relationships. Sooner or later, for example, you’re going to find yourself in a hideous, screaming fight, and you’ll hear coming out of your mouth things that you yourself don’t like at all, things that shatter your self-image as a fair, kind, cool, attractive, in-control, funny, likable person. Something realer than likability has come out in you, and suddenly you’re having an actual life.”

“When you stay in your room and rage or sneer or shrug your shoulders, as I did for many years, the world and its problems are impossibly daunting. But when you go out and put yourself in real relation to real people, or even just real animals, there’s a very real danger that you might love some of them.

And who knows what might happen to you then?”

Mask of Social Acceptance.

' Maybe it was fitting in a world of insecurity, where curly haired kids wanted straight hair, heavy kids wanted to lose weight, skinny kids wanted to gain it, and everybody wanted to be somebody else — the one true beauty was the girl who simply knew herself and was happy with what she knew. '

- The Wonder Years

We live in a time where flaws are to be hidden, mistakes forgotten and pain concealed. Our thoughts and imaginations and ambitions are overshadowed by appearances: the facades we plaster to our beings with cake makeup faces and false friends meant to disguise our true selves.

Our hours are riddled with technology and texting and multitasking. We have shortened attention spans that just worry, worry, worry and because we hear so often how we’re different or disappointing or less attractive or better or wore than everyone else, few people stop to realize we’re all really the same.