I mean, in theory, you could be calling someone at lunchtime every day to find out what they want to do for dinner this evening and having a mundane back-and-forth about restaurant vs. cooking vs. ordering in, which includes having to compromise on your personal tastes and preferences because you must take their opinion into consideration. You could be making decisions based on consensus, and learning to think about people other than yourself. You could be operating as one-half of a fine-tuned unit who has gotten the whole “being respectful of someone else’s beliefs and feelings” thing down to a science. Or, you could be drinking a bottle of wine for one and then going on a whim with a friend to see a Quentin Tarantino movie and throwing popcorn at the heads of the gleeful fanboys littered throughout the audience. The choice is clear, I believe.
From http://po.st/Z73Qn2
In these four walls where my soul wonders,
the greatest journey ever known to man was filled with rainbows,
as the rain kiss the ground in November,
it savors the rising sun,
it rest upon the window,
it ponders in silence the beauty of inspiration,
it conquers the endless searching where loneliness lives in a vast world of strangers.
#everytimeyouarenear I’m trying so DAMN hard not to say I love you
#everytimeyouarenear I’m cramping my arms, holding them from hugging you
#everytimeyouarenear I feel extremely angry because I’m too afraid to ruin this chemistry
#everytimeyouarenear I’m forcing my brain to think that we’re good as what we are now and nothing more
#everytimeyouarenear I’m overexcited or overanxious or everyotherover..
#everytimeyouarenear I’m falling deeper and deeper and deeper and start to think the pain will be ENORMOUS!
#everytimeyouarenear you destroy more and more sub system on my orbital space continuum
#everytimeyouarenear and you always near.. everywhere
#everytimeyouarenear DAMN, I realize that I’m in love with you..
The Fool wakes at dawn from his long, dark night of the soul to find that the river has deposited him in a serene pool. There is a walled garden around this pond dominated by roses, lilies and splendid, nodding sunflowers. Stepping ashore, he watches the sun rise overhead. The day is clear. A child’s laughter attracts his attention and he sees a little girl ride a small white pony into the garden.
“Come!” says the little girl, leaping off the horse and running up to him. “Come see!” And the child proceeds to take the Fool’s hand and enthusiastically point out all manner of things, the busy insects in the grass, the seeds and petals on the sunflowers, the way the light sparkles on the pond. She asks questions of the Fool, simple but profound ones, like “Why is the sky blue?” She sings songs, and plays games with the Fool.
At one point the Fool stops, blinking up at the Sun so large and golden overhead, and he finds himself smiling, wider and brighter than he has in a very long time. He has been tested and tried, confused and scared, dismayed and amazed. But this is the first time that he has been simply and purely happy. His mind feels illuminated, his soul light and bright as a sunbeam, and it’s all thanks to this child with her simple questions, games and songs. This girl has helped the Fool see the world and himself anew.
“Who are you?” the Fool asks the child at last. The child smiles at this and seems to shine. And then she grows brighter and brighter until she turns into pure sunlight.
“I’m You,” the girl’s voice says throughout the garden, “The new you.” And as the words fill the Fool with warmth and energy, he comes to realize that this garden, the sun above, the child, all exist within him. He has just met his own inner light.
