But the truth is that the heart’s desire is a mere current against the tide of nurture and nature. You can spend your whole life swimming against it and eventually you’ll get tired and the current of genes and upbringing will pull you under.
If a man introduces his male friend to his extraordinary new girlfriend, his friend will think – I want a girl like that. If a woman introduces her new boyfriend to her female friend, the friend will not think – I want a man like that, but rather, I want that very man.
Wanting someone to notice you all the while praying no one does.
Love was just a word until someone gave it a definition.
How hard we strive for happiness, and once we finally have the elusive feeling in our grasp, we hold it briefly, like water as it trickles through our fingers.
It’s human nature to want to fix things. That was my first thought, actually, but you’re right. Someone should take you as you are, not have an agenda for how they want to change you.
I hate that nothing can be done about the suffering of children, and that most of the world blocks out their suffering to cope with their own inability to help. The few who carry the burden, like social workers and teachers, become weary, burning out after only a few short years, forced to carry the weight that should be shared by a society. Children are vastly overlooked. Their importance underestimated by their size.
But I wonder about the people who never suffer from depression,” she says, leaning forward. “How calloused their souls are to feel less than us.” The us rings through my head. “Are they less actualized, less pessimistic, less able to taste the tang of reality on the tips of their tongues? Why are we the broken ones – those who feel things? Who are affected by the changing tides in society?
You don’t have to be enough for me or anyone. I love you as you are. I don’t want you to ever feel pressured to be something for me. That takes the ease out of real love.
Contrast is important in life. We understand what light is because we can compare it with what we know is dark. Sweet is made sweeter after we eat something bitter. It’s the very same with sadness. And it’s important to experience sadness, to embrace it in order to truly know happiness.
Silas grins. “I don’t know myself well, but I can tell I have a lot of game.
And it’s important to experience sadness, to embrace it in order to truly know happiness.
But I can’t stop thinking about the ocean. It got in my head. The roar it makes – both peaceful and angry. The way its mood changes every day. The way it washes some things away and drags some things to your feet.
I waited for years for a sign that you loved me, and there it was. Go big or go home, right, English?
Engagement pictures made me want to vomit – especially when they were taken on railroad tracks. I always pictured Thomas the Train rolling over them, his smiley blue face beaded with their blood.
I feel compressed. I’m folding my emotions like a piece of paper – a tiny square, into a tiny square, into a tiny square. When they’re folded up enough I can leave them in a corner of my mind somewhere, to be forgotten. That’s how I deal, isn’t it? And sometimes, on a day like today, I imagine that my brain is littered with hundreds of bastard feelings I won’t claim.
Do I look like I need to drink diet?
People didn’t want to hear the truth. They had their ideas and any deviation made them uncomfortable.
We busy ourselves trying not to be lonely, trying to find purpose in careers, and lovers, and children, but at any moment, those things we work so hard to possess could be taken from us.
I can make you a part of something great and beautiful and still portray you as the ugly thing you are. I.