Adaptation is our best defense against life. Things happen, expectations fall to pieces, we become numb to the hurt and ache that comes from our own lives brushing past others. So when the universe conspires to shatter against our skin we, as adaptable beings, can then say “the world may have ended, but I will not.”
2 There’s two ways of looking at the human race. The first being that there are a very select few whom are great at one thing or excel extraordinarily in one specific area and those are the ones who are important. But then, look at that ideology from an outsider’s point of view. Look at how many useless people there are. How can a race that populates the world so vastly be so largely a waste? I refuse to believe that. That’s why I favor the second ideology. That each person has simply to discover what their great thing is, and use it to help others. Each person is worth more than they can fathom and perhaps that’s why people have a hard time realizing they are great.
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“The world may be broken, but hope isn’t crazy.” -John Green
John Green now reminds me of this everyday.
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I Wrote This For You: The Defect At The Heart Factory (via kari-shma)
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Life’s favorite thing to do is kick you when you’re down.
People are replacable.
And, honey, I’m no exception to that rule.
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I want to sit in a gray room and stare through a rain-washed window out at the trees and green things that surround us all.
I want to smell the distinct aroma of clouds hovering above.
I want to feel the breeze, carried through a sheet of raindrops, dance around my face and whip at my hair.
I want to sigh in the relief of replenishment.
And I want to see the radiant colors of nature pinned against an angry gray backdrop; leaves of trees furiously tossed about in the wind, the smell of water on the air.
Leave me there. Let me breathe.
I’ve come to realize that I am not one who likes people. In fact, I dread the commitment it demands to be a friend to somebody. I am, however, intrigued by people. The way they think, how they perceive, what makes them tick. It’s all fascinating, really: to know that human consciousness is a completely self-generated abstraction.
