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“No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all.”
Some nights, it is not enough to sit around and reminisce about past lives and hazy memories.
I am addicted to your touch
No other woman’s made me want it this much
I cannot resist the warmth of your hips
A single serving’s never enough
'Cause I'm addicted to your touch
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
I wish I could’ve captured that moment of us sitting on hill tops. When the sun was beginning to disappear beyond orange horizon and city lights turned on its luminescent clusters. Side by side I laid my hand on cold moist grass and you rest yours upon mine. Simple. Carefree. A moment of two falling in love.
I love you really
I just need time to breathe
Come over and let me take you away
Sure the night is cold and the streets vacant
But the stars are out and the air is clean and crisp
It’s the perfect time for a late night adventure
We can drive to the beach and stare out the window
To crashing waves, white grained sand and blissful tides
And talk for hours inside our makeshift bubble
Til the sun choses to show its refulgent face
By then we will have forgotten all our troubles
And what’s left will be beautiful memories of our
(Don’t have to read unless you really want to.)
I’m so sick of Asian parents and their unnecessary need of maintaining a certain “image” in society because they go through so many superfluous means — such as pressuring their children into law or medical school — to get others to believe that they’re better than the rest. It’s painful, as a child, to have to sit through long lectures where parents — the people who should support you unequivocally — do nothing but criticize your life choices because other people do not like it. Well who cares about other people and what they think? ASIAN PARENTS DO APPARENTLY (sometimes too much).
Because “that person do not like your hair color and it makes us look back,” you need to dye it differently. Because “that gentleman doesn’t like the clothes you wear,” you need to go and buy a new wardrobe. Well excuse me but why must I base all my decisions to someone else’s liking when they don’t even know my middle fucking name? They saw me once, spoke to me in the most fake and annoying voice, complimenting me on how “pretty” they think I am because I take after my parents (queue loud annoyed groan), and now they have a say as to what I’m doing wrong or right? Excuse me but no. Your opinions does not matter and just because you’re a couple of decades older than me doesn’t give you the right to tell me “it’s not the right thing to do.” I can dress the way I want. I can get a tattoo if I want. I want marry whoever I want and it shouldn’t have any concern to you because you know why? I DON’T EVEN FUCKING KNOW YOU. Talking shit about another’s child doesn’t make your children any better. And I’m positive you have more important things to care about than the color of a young girl’s hair and her lipstick brand.
I’m still young, yes, but even I know that wisdom is not the only thing that come with age, absurdity does too.