this could change your life
a friend of mine had posted the following note on her blog on myspace, she is not the original author of this note, but like me felt the truth in what the girl was writing, almost like she was knew what i was thinking and feeling. I hope you enjoy it as well.
Dear friends,
To be human is to fall from grace; to be divine is to crawl from where you land. We are imperfect; disfigured; uncouth when we choose to be: we are divine when we aspire.
There are so many reasons to hate the world. The reasons for bitterness can fill up a room while the reasons for love can only fit at the tip of a needle. Whether they are natural disasters, humanitarian crises, or family problems, this little speck of Earth sometimes feels as though it is in the cusp of hell and heaven.
Today the weather was perfect. The sun was shining, the wind was cool, and I did not go outside. Instead, my morning consisted of problems with which I had been dealing since I was conscious enough for memories, and I cried until my head hurt. It is ridiculous how uncontrollable your life can be when the weather is finally agreeable. But here I am again, a month (or a year) later, typing about my experiences and wondering if it makes sense to anyone but myself.
If there is anything I have ever learned from these seventeen years, it's that life is not worth blaming. Pitying, hating, or destroying yourself for a bit of control or a bit of venting is not worth the pain or the effort. Whatever happens to you, ultimately you are the one who chooses how to react. You can hate yourself, or you can change. You can spurn the world, or you can improve it. For those, I have made my choices, and here I am today, intact.
We are small and we are not mighty, but our will is extraordinary Fear pain; fear rejection; fear change--we cannot deny our most basic instincts. Yet, we must not forget that we are the product of our own devices, and although there are things we cannot control, we are not unable to continue. Time only stops for the dead.
So friends, thank you for being part of my reasons to rise above my present and have hope for the future and humanity. Thank you for your words, for your "normal," for keeping me moving forward when my feet begin to stand still. Others have suffered more than I; I have suffered more than others, but we suffer the same way. Even the smallest amounts of love given willingly and unconsciously can overcome the greatest of evils. I am strong, but you make me stronger.
We have entered a world embroiled in suspicion, cynicism, and parasitism in need of thought, understanding, and empathy.
But most of all, it needs more love letters.
Write one with your life.
Dear friends,
To be human is to fall from grace; to be divine is to crawl from where you land. We are imperfect; disfigured; uncouth when we choose to be: we are divine when we aspire.
There are so many reasons to hate the world. The reasons for bitterness can fill up a room while the reasons for love can only fit at the tip of a needle. Whether they are natural disasters, humanitarian crises, or family problems, this little speck of Earth sometimes feels as though it is in the cusp of hell and heaven.
Today the weather was perfect. The sun was shining, the wind was cool, and I did not go outside. Instead, my morning consisted of problems with which I had been dealing since I was conscious enough for memories, and I cried until my head hurt. It is ridiculous how uncontrollable your life can be when the weather is finally agreeable. But here I am again, a month (or a year) later, typing about my experiences and wondering if it makes sense to anyone but myself.
If there is anything I have ever learned from these seventeen years, it's that life is not worth blaming. Pitying, hating, or destroying yourself for a bit of control or a bit of venting is not worth the pain or the effort. Whatever happens to you, ultimately you are the one who chooses how to react. You can hate yourself, or you can change. You can spurn the world, or you can improve it. For those, I have made my choices, and here I am today, intact.
We are small and we are not mighty, but our will is extraordinary Fear pain; fear rejection; fear change--we cannot deny our most basic instincts. Yet, we must not forget that we are the product of our own devices, and although there are things we cannot control, we are not unable to continue. Time only stops for the dead.
So friends, thank you for being part of my reasons to rise above my present and have hope for the future and humanity. Thank you for your words, for your "normal," for keeping me moving forward when my feet begin to stand still. Others have suffered more than I; I have suffered more than others, but we suffer the same way. Even the smallest amounts of love given willingly and unconsciously can overcome the greatest of evils. I am strong, but you make me stronger.
We have entered a world embroiled in suspicion, cynicism, and parasitism in need of thought, understanding, and empathy.
But most of all, it needs more love letters.
Write one with your life.
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