I can see the sun

I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Can you understand?

''Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn...''

– Sylvia Plath

Nothing is absolute

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

- Frida Kahlo-

Nothing protects the heart like patience

Nothing protects the heart like patience. Don’t get your hopes up too fast, don’t let your fears speak too loud and don’t give your doubts too much time. Not everybody is built to handle the rough times. Don’t be surprised when you fall out with certain people. Few people understand what it means to really be there for someone. That’s the roughest part about being on a journey – you realize the ones that said they’ll ride with you are sometimes the ones are first to fall off. People make promises when the sun is shining and make excuses when the storm comes down. So, always be thankful for the rain ….it cleanses away the unnecessary. The reality is you could be amazing, genuine and sincere but still be overlooked. Sadly, people aren't real anymore. They just want reasons to complain and excuses to avoid. Having a good thing is so hard because meeting a strong person is seriously rare. I’ve learned to accept when people run from me. I know my kind of love isn’t for everyone and I’m at peace with that – 

“I hate this feeling.

“I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.” 

― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

I am afraid.

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

Daniel Keyes

Perhaps she was glass.But then

Perhaps she was glass.But then, glass is only brittle until it breaks then it's sharp.

You’ll think you’re over it” she said

““You’ll think you’re over it” she said, “Even in 5 or 10 years, you haven’t heard his name in awhile and you don’t remember how his laugh sounded anymore. You aren’t tossing and turning every night with the colour of his eyes piercing your brain these days, in fact you can barely remember if they were green or blue. But it’ll hit you, straight in the gut when you’re stood at the lights waiting to see the go sign as a man passes you, a man wearing a similar scent to the one he used to wear and suddenly you’re back in his bed, led on his chest while his fingers twirled around your hair and you swore to each other that no matter what happens, you’ll never forget each other. Suddenly you’ve remembered the way he looked into your eyes while giving you a shy smile, the way his hands fit right into yours perfectly and even the pattern that his heart beat made, suddenly it all comes back. But then you hear a car horn and you’re back in reality, stood at the cross road and you realise that you never really did forget him, you just tried too hard not to remember him.””

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Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

So what?

"So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what." __ Unknown

It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp

"It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed."

by Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise