I've been taking some time to think lately, just about things in general.
About who I am, what I stand for; Who my real friends are.
Yaddayaddayadda, the usual teenage crap I guess.
But last night, I felt I needed to sit down and write something.
I'm not quite sure what the proper definition behind it is, or why I chose to use the words I used- it just felt right.
But here it is, I'm going to leave it up here, 'till I can comprehend what I've written.
mm ~
About who I am, what I stand for; Who my real friends are.
Yaddayaddayadda, the usual teenage crap I guess.
But last night, I felt I needed to sit down and write something.
I'm not quite sure what the proper definition behind it is, or why I chose to use the words I used- it just felt right.
But here it is, I'm going to leave it up here, 'till I can comprehend what I've written.
mm ~
This cannot be addressed by breathing exercises.
This fear bares no analogy to any fear I knew before.
This is the base of all possible emotions; the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the Earth existed.
This is the fear that made fish crawl out unto dry land and evolve lungs; the fear that teaches us to run; the fear that makes us bury our dead.
There are a thousand ways to look at it.
Maybe the strings break, or maybe your ships sink, or maybe we’re grass, our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.
We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean.
But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.
If you choose the strings, then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken.
If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we’re all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only..
To understand one another, but to become one another.
The metaphors have implications.
I Miss each of the nights that I spent climbing out my window and running to the things that made me happy.
I believe from this I've learnt that the most memorable experiences happen when we're not supposed to do them so from this, “I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” like Francois Rabelais and Miles Halter, I am going to seek my great perhaps.
I will be me, no false showings, no procrastinating.
I will become great and you will have wished you'd have treated me better.
This fear bares no analogy to any fear I knew before.
This is the base of all possible emotions; the feeling that was with us before we existed, before this building existed, before the Earth existed.
This is the fear that made fish crawl out unto dry land and evolve lungs; the fear that teaches us to run; the fear that makes us bury our dead.
There are a thousand ways to look at it.
Maybe the strings break, or maybe your ships sink, or maybe we’re grass, our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive.
We don’t suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean.
But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.
If you choose the strings, then you’re imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken.
If you choose the grass, you’re saying that we’re all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only..
To understand one another, but to become one another.
The metaphors have implications.
I Miss each of the nights that I spent climbing out my window and running to the things that made me happy.
I believe from this I've learnt that the most memorable experiences happen when we're not supposed to do them so from this, “I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” like Francois Rabelais and Miles Halter, I am going to seek my great perhaps.
I will be me, no false showings, no procrastinating.
I will become great and you will have wished you'd have treated me better.
See, the amazing thing with life is that it can throw you a line.
A line that is invisible, but can still be caught.
Right when it catches a glimpse of the sun, and you can see it out the corner of you eye.
Most don't even realise what it is, until it's too late.
Me, on the other hand- I caught it. and I'm never letting it go.
A line that is invisible, but can still be caught.
Right when it catches a glimpse of the sun, and you can see it out the corner of you eye.
Most don't even realise what it is, until it's too late.
Me, on the other hand- I caught it. and I'm never letting it go.
