“Since the dawn of recorded history, something like 110 billion human beings have been born into this world. And not a single one of them made it. There are 6.8 billion people on the planet. Roughly 60 million of them die every year. 60 million people. That comes out to about 160,000 per day. I read this quote once when I was a kid, “We live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion. ” It used to keep me up at night. We all die alone. So, why am I supposed to spend my life working, sweating, struggling? For an illusion? Because no amount of friends, no girl, no assignments about conjugating the pluperfect or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is gonna help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.”
“I need to tell you something. You were right, in a way, I should’ve been able to say what I wanted to. I’m in love with you. I always have been. I thought you were the unfair one, but it was unfair of me not to say it. So I’ve said it. I was nothing. I felt like nothing. Less than. You changed it.”
“I actually felt something. That doesn’t always happen, it hasn’t happened in a very long time… and I have lived long enough to know that when it does, you should act on it.”
“You know we’re going to be together one day, we just have to sort through all of our messed up issues first, and you have a lot of girls to sleep with to get out of your system.”
“You’re going to have to start using that brain of yours to access that talent of yours to show that beautiful heart of yours.”
“There are so many more important things to think about, homework ends up seeming like an afterthought”
– The Art of Getting By
Unspoken words are like flower petals that peeled from where they belong or the drifting twigs that get washed away by the waves. They once held a life, they once held a meaning. Most of the time we lock them up in a little box and leave them to gather dust, when they could have been kicking lively on the tips of our tongues, waiting to be free. As if that’s not enough, we throw the key away, bury them deep underground, and wait till they decompose, till they cease to exist. The sad fact is that we don’t have complete control over what we do to them. And you know what’s even more heart-wrenching? Knowing their power to change our lives, yet not having the ability to seize that chance.
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