“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.”
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Sometimes I think that I might be you, and you me
In a world where we see other people
who could just as easily have been born into our skin.
My body is a tightrope.
I walk on tightrope, the thin line between my life and the danger below;
My body is the fine line between my life and the unknown.
We all knew the place we came from, it was a secret erased from our minds at our times of birth.
Now we are in a place where babies laugh
where buildings fall
where paper has value
where people hold their values to be truths of perspective
where we can lose touch with people we love
only to be reconnected with them by some turn of events.
I am a seagull.
No. No, I am an actress.
Sometimes I weave in and out of conversations.
How rude?
But, I am really not doing it by choice.
I am weaving out of the conversation and into the smaller units of time that are mostly too muted to notice.
The feeling of my hands against a cool desk,
The way I can almost hear the air leaving my lungs,
The very unique way in which light casts itself upon a room……
Have you ever put your ear to a conch shell?
If you have you heard the ocean.
It’s a similar sound to plugging your ears in a crowded room….
I used to do that as a little girl in the cafeteria…..
The noise breaks and white noise erupts;
a reminder that even the greatest and most immutable noise within life can be silenced
We can always take a deep breath
we can always hold off our thoughts
we can always remember what it means to be human in the most primal sense
to breathe
to see
to know
to love
to hope
to have faith– in something.
“Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.”
The weeks are made up of days
People stress about their days
But you know the days are made of hours– 24 to be exact.
And those hours, well they are made up of minutes and then of course
moments
and to think of all the moments I have smiled and thought how beautiful this world is
what if every moment had that thought as its foreground?
Then even stressful tasks would be made easy
The stress would surrender itself to the mere simplicity in knowing that
Life is not about what we have to do or get done
Life is about what we really truly notice
Life is about what we really truly appreciate.
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