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Have you ever wondered why tomorrow is the only name without “day?”
All the days of the week end with the word “day,” birthday, today, even doomsday. But no, tomorrow doesn’t have it. And I think I figured it out.It’s complicated simplicity. What if we never get to see the sunrise of tomorrow?
Even on doomsday we would get to see the sun rise, like any other,
Always something deeper.
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// So…//
There’s always a time where something seems as though it was meant to fail from the start. I don’t know if it was just my lack of faith, or if there really is a higher power willing for it to happen, but the feelings are there. They seem to hold me back; suffocating me like they were poisonous gas clouds. Despite what I say and what I hear, my body acts as if oblivious. They say, “Nothing will ever happen if you don’t take the first step.” But that first step could be miles for me. I understand that it isn’t easy, that I’m not the only one with these problems. Even knowing that, sometimes I wish that someone else would show me a way out. So I don’t have to make the first move, so that someone else can ease the burden I feel. No, I want them to take that burden and carry it themselves. I realize having thoughts like this is selfish, but being selfish is all part of being human. Despite thinking that though, I can never cast away this burden. The guilt which I imagine that follows, scares me far more than carrying this burden for the rest of my life. Someone once said, “Life isn’t about finding yourself. It’s about creating yourself.” How would I even begin to create myself if I don’t even know the parts which make my “self” up in the first place? All these contradicting feelings; senseless actions; depressing thoughts; and all the shit occurring around me. How do I even begin to start to sort out the good parts from the bad? They all mix together, becoming more chaotic day after day. In the grand scheme of things, maybe I will find the answers I look for. More likely though, I never will. So all I can do is hope, as I doubt anyone will ever come and show me what these answers are.
// Love is…//
Recently someone asked me about love. From the way she talked it really seemed like she despised it, as though it were poison, so when she asked me to define love I really didn’t know what to say. What exactly is love really? It varies from person to person obviously, but what aspect of it leads us to believe that what we are feeling then and there is definitely love and not some other emotion mistaken for it? The reason why (I think) love is so similar to hate is because of the obsession someone may feel over something. It is that obsession, that similarity in the two, which can cause someone to mistake love for hate and vice versa. So when she asked me, all I could give to her was my definition of love. Love is when you go beyond appreciation and respect of the person (or thing I dunno some people love weird things). Love is when you’re willing to sacrifice, to give up anything that’s needed to make things work. Love is when you know they make up a part of you, that they occupy a part of your “self” which makes you, you. And that to lose them would mean losing a part of yourself. And finally, love is when you know when you just have to let go. If you truly love something you would genuinely try to ease any burden on the person, and if you’re the burden, then there’s really only one option. Although contradicting each other, love in the end is all about sacrifice. And if sacrificing a part of yourself to make the person happier than they were before, then so be it. (Yes I realize this way of thinking about it is pretty damn retarded.)
‘The Visitor’ by Alice X. Zhang
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