Let me give you some free advice. She’s a runner for sure- she’ll run away every time without saying a word. But here’s the thing- you are not a runner. And deep down, I don’t think Norah wants to run, either. She’s just feels like she has to. Partly because she’s a tiresome spoiled-brat smartass with no fashion sense. And partly because she’s a fucking human being.
It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.
When you have an emotional reaction to what you see, you are judging. That is your signal that you have an issue inside of yourself – with yourself – not with the other person. If you react to evil, look inside yourself for the very thing that so agitates you, and you will find it. If it were not there, you will simply discern, act appropriately, and move on.
“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children…to leave the world a better place…to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded”
|—||Ralph Waldo Emerson|
“I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone—I always have such a crowded head.”
|—||Charles de Lint|
But what the evil people do, that’s their responsibility. The burden they have to carry. Sure, when we see ’em starting on causing some hurt, we’ve got to try and stop ’em, but mostly what the rest of us should be concerning ourselves with is doing right by others. Every time you do a good turn, you shine the light a little further into the dark. And the thing is, even when we’re gone, that light’s going to keep shining on, pushing the shadows back.
Not only do we all have magic, it’s all around us as well. We just don’t pay attention to it. Every time we make something out of nothing, that’s an act of magic. It doesn’t matter if it’s a painting or a garden, or an abuelo telling his grandchildren some tall tale. Every time we fix something that’s broken, whether it’s a car engine or a broken heart, that’s an act of magic.
And what makes it magic is that we *choose* to create or help, just as we can choose to harm. But it’s so easy to destroy and so much harder to make things better. That’s why doing the right thing makes you stronger.
If we can only remember what we are and what we can do, nobody can bind us or control us.
I love this world. That is what rules my life. When I die, I want to have done all in my power to leave it in a better state than it was when I found it. At the same time I know that this can never be. The world has grown so complex that one voice can do little to alter it any longer. That doesn’t stop me from doing what I can, but it makes the task hard. The successes are so small, the failures so large and many. It’s like trying to stem a storm with one’s bare hands.
“you have to let yourself do stuff you’re not good at. don’t get hung up on what other people think about what you’re doing. dare to be a sucky skateboarder or a lousy video editor or a completely crappy golfer. if we do only the stuff we’re good at, we never learn anything new. think of all the great possibilities in life that pass by because we’re too chicken to explore them and risk looking like a loser. screw the haters who have nothing better to do than make fun of people who are brave enough to put themselves out there. get out of your comfort zone and go for it. you never know unless you try.”
— justin bieber
Emma Watson reveals the contents of her bag to Marie Claire
“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.”
|—||F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby|
Eric Cahan – Sky Series
Every day we go to school with hundreds of other students. We walk from class together, we attend pep rallies together, and we even have some of the same classes. Some of us are friends, some enemies, some unaware of each other’s existence.
But every day one, seven, fifteen, or even a hundred students feel worthless. Fifty students in your lunch period contemplate their lack of friends, while twenty four in your gym period wonder why nobody wants to be on their team. Two students in your journalism class write short stories based on the abandonment they face every day from their parents, and three about a time when they used to be loved.
When you notice someone walking through the halls with their headphones on, what song is playing? When someone in your science class spends the period ignoring the lesson, what are they thinking about? When your best friend comes to school in a daze for the third day in a row, what is really on her mind?
You think you’re the center of the universe. You think you know what it’s like to feel loss, fear, and sorrow. Nobody knows anybody else; she could be abused day after day by her uncle, and you would never know how it happened. That guy could wander the streets at night, searching for darkness or someone to hide with, and you would never know why he left his bed. A person could spend every day pasting a smile on their face, practicing a laugh that sounds real, and telling stories about their exciting weekend, but you would never know that every word and emotion is a lie.
We think we know our friends. We think we know our grade, our school, our generation. We think we know why people hate, and love, and hurt, and save, and murder, and die. The truth is, we’re only kids. And even if we weren’t, adults don’t know either.
Nobody knows anything, as hard as they try to figure it out. What I don’t understand, is why we can’t be afraid together. Why does one person’s pain have to be another person’s pleasure? Why are some people in the world so judgmental and unforgiving?
I don’t know who you are; I don’t even know your first name. What I do know, is that you’re human, and you’re trying to find your way in this world; maybe you’ve gotten your heart broken again and again, or you’ve gotten laughed at one too many times. Maybe your family doesn’t show you they care enough, or your friends don’t call you anymore. Maybe you’re just lonely, and tired, and frustrated, and desperate.
I want you to know, you’re not alone when you feel these things. There are currently 6 billion, 999 million, 999 thousand, 990 people in the world, and none of them are happy. They might be happy for a day, or a week, or even a month, but no one is indefinitely happy. Every person’s life has peaks, and valleys, canyons, and mountains.
What I’m trying to say is that it’s ok to feel badly about who you are, or who you used to be, or who you’re becoming. It’s ok to hate you parents, or your country, or society. It’s not ok to think, for one second, that you are the only one.
Next time you find yourself wanting to end your life, remember the 6,999,999,990 other people in the world, and how they feel exactly the same way; not every single one of them all in this moment, but most of them have at one point, or will in the future, or never got the chance to.
Whoever you are, we’re thinking of you. We’re happy you’re not lost forever, and that you will be given a second chance. Whoever you are, we’re sorry.