Form follows function. You are more than your use.
You’re looking at light and shade. You’re looking at bark. You’re looking at a tree. You’re looking at a picture. You’re looking at a computer screen.
Step back.
Spinning in the ocean. Slowly. You learn to breath all over again.
The world weeps for itself on days like this and you stretch and stare to find the things that make it worthwhile. At least it’s not boring. You keep telling yourself that. Perspective is nine tenths of everything.
You need to love you. If you cannot love yourself, no one else can either.
When you read, you go through a series of steps, all of which are personal. To you. And you alone. Your eyes see the symbols joined together to make words, the graphical representations of sounds. These sounds are then translated into meaning. They are given voice by your observation of them. You have no choice in the matter.
Try to not read this sentence.
Thousands of people may read this but each of them will read it in their own way. It is unique to them.
To you. That is why I wrote it.
Because you are unique in your voice and your way. You are special. A unique aspect of a glimmering whole. We are all the whole. But you alone are you. And because I speak to you and you alone, intimately, I know you as well as I know myself.
And that is why I have the faith I do in you. You will be great. You will be amazing.
You will change the world. I know you.
The sun rose slowly and you unfolded before the world, letting it in, letting yourself out.
Where are you? You’ve seemed a little distant lately. Like you’ve got something to hide. You can tell me. I won’t be mad.
The ingredients you're looking for can all be found around you.
So I sat there on the bench and got lost in the faces of people I'd never know or meet because like them, my life is too busy for strangers.
I missed the train today. And you.
