I cant get the song Numb by Linkin Park out of my head. His voice sounds so real, as if he can really feel what he is singing.
My head wanes today, as life sails over foggy moors.
People can communicate so differently sometimes. I dont think I realized how far one language can stretch over the void of personal meaning until this past year. What is acceptable? What isnt? Can unsee the seen. Can unlive the lived.
I think I was under the impression for the majority of my life that people truly and deeply inspired other people. I think I was under that impression because I read works written by high dreamers and people that held so close to integrity and honor but that never sacrificed creativity or love that it seeped into me and became part of me.
It seems though, that my regularity is reality's great rarety.
I remember being so moved by simple acts of kindness that I couldnt help but want to return the gesture in a beautiful way that would take that person off gaurd. I wanted not only to touch their heart but their imagination. I wanted to return gifts in most emcompassing ways.
TO my surprise, this is one of the things that makes me weird. Not that I care. I adore humanity, and I adore treating it well and striving for inspiration. You get one shot at this (that we can currently prove) if you arent going to live it passionately and well then you may as well not live. I think it was just one of those shockign reality checks that bruises one a little, makes you a little "older".
I would love to count stars, lightning bugs and lillies with someone that values their simple grace, and timeless beauty too.
My head wanes today, as life sails over foggy moors.
People can communicate so differently sometimes. I dont think I realized how far one language can stretch over the void of personal meaning until this past year. What is acceptable? What isnt? Can unsee the seen. Can unlive the lived.
I think I was under the impression for the majority of my life that people truly and deeply inspired other people. I think I was under that impression because I read works written by high dreamers and people that held so close to integrity and honor but that never sacrificed creativity or love that it seeped into me and became part of me.
It seems though, that my regularity is reality's great rarety.
I remember being so moved by simple acts of kindness that I couldnt help but want to return the gesture in a beautiful way that would take that person off gaurd. I wanted not only to touch their heart but their imagination. I wanted to return gifts in most emcompassing ways.
TO my surprise, this is one of the things that makes me weird. Not that I care. I adore humanity, and I adore treating it well and striving for inspiration. You get one shot at this (that we can currently prove) if you arent going to live it passionately and well then you may as well not live. I think it was just one of those shockign reality checks that bruises one a little, makes you a little "older".
I would love to count stars, lightning bugs and lillies with someone that values their simple grace, and timeless beauty too.
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clinton62816:
Life is a precious thing, that is true, and a person being kind to others does bring happiness to oneself. Things like counting the stars are some of the best things in life, when you just lay out on a blanket with someone and just look up ... always the best times. But there is more to life than that, and one must wonder why more don't see life this way, maybe it is the deeply rooted haterd and greed in many people, or maybe some just don't get life. Whatever the reason, people who don't take pleasure in things like the stars always seem to ruin them for the rest of us *sighs*
sandman226:
Sorry I didn't ring on new years. Wasn't in the communicating mood that night. Hope you had a good new years.