INVICTUS.

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Fennec fox (by floridapfe)

TOMMY.

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The murderer, the victim, the witness, each of us thinks our role is the lead.

My heart is very overwhelmed. Its funny how people stumble into each others’ live and before you know it, you get rolled into each others’ issues and you trip and fall over more intertwined issues because he is his friend and she is his friend and this is his cousin, while that is his brother who in turn is her relative. ya I know, its like DNA threads- very messy, very tangled.

Today I asked: What is the purpose of putting us and grouping us and naming us as a family, under a family name LORD? WHAT LORD WHAT?

Why spring us out like a beyblade and watch us spin out of control, losing all our momentum in this arena? WHY? You grouped people in the past in tribes and some are proud of their tribes like the very prestigious benjamites and some just roll in mud when they pronounce which tribe they are from.Are our families our tribes? Is it because you wanted us to remember our heritage, our roots and give us this sense of belonging and identity? But God, didn’t you say our identity and our roots should be in you? Then why?

Because we were never meant to go solo to begin with. Because hopefully a struggling being, seeing another struggling being may bring about comfort and encouragement and the strength to go on. Because God never meant for us to give up on one another. Because self-realization is never a possible with your solo self. It starts when the disparities to others, the reactions, the feedbacks and the response you get from others that you truly start to question the differences between you and them.

Yes they say our family make us who we really are. Isn’t it the same with the people around us and the problems posed by life to this physical body? As Chuck Palahniuk puts it, Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever known. You believe what you want to, the invisible monsters stopping you.

I do not know what is the significance of having a family. But I do know that it is the environment God put you in to nurture you while you were still weaning and unable. While you argue that it is not necessary that everyone will have one while they are still unable - you know, cases of giveaway babies and orphaned children- but I know to these children, God gives them takes a more personal care of them. And what you take out of, you give it back- in tangible or intangible terms.

I do not know a lot. But I do know if one day you behave like strangers to your family members, then it defeats the purpose that God put together in this unit. Then it defeats the privilege that ‘we do not need to start out as strangers’. And I know that if you screw up this current family, what makes you think you can start yours and not screw it up since we are all combined effort of everybody we’ve ever known.

My heart is very overwhelmed.

禱告，已假裝不了

Thanks G

‘You must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.’

the very words that reddens my sockets.

and I’m like…

On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.

That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.

That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.

That you control that completely.

That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.

That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.

That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.

That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.

That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.

That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.

And so are you.

I’ve got a pocket emptyful of dimes

when the wind free the trees of al its leaves,

will it grieve over this loss or its current state of nakedness?

Will my heart be still in the storm?

As I put down my pen, I know someone, somewhere is picking up theirs.

I know that someone, somewhere is playing a guitar for the first time.

I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a paintbrush and marking a field of white.

I know that someone, somewhere is singing a song that’s never been sung.

Perhaps someone, somewhere will create something so beautiful and moving, it will change the world.

Perhaps that somewhere is here.

Perhaps that someone, is you.

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“But normal has always felt like a lie to me, a too-tight sweater we force ourselves to wear. Normal has never been too kind to women, to children, or people of color, people mired in poverty, anyone different in any way. Normal is good for no one, really. It is a lie we all decide to believe—after even the most cursory look, no one is actually normal; it is a plastic bag we wrap around our own heads.”

Falling in Love with a Transgender Man - Oprah.com (via oncewild)
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Hi eager eyes

if work drives me crazy enough,

i might blow my bucks on those switchfoot tickets.

if work drives me crazy enough,

i might spend my dough on hotel-stay of days a couple or two

swim laze drowning on the thick cotton bed

solo.

Are our hearts strong enough?

obliteratedheart:

(by maus.)

“A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. They’re all different without trying to be. As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine. It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted.”

Marianne Williamson (via obliteratedheart)

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