“
Human
beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but
refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the
slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their
feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. But one
thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their
conscious effort to be connected with the object of their
affection even if it kills them slowly
within.—Sigmund Freud
”
personally,
i'm
a
mess
of conflicting impulses — I’m
independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and
be a part of the whole. I doubt that I’m the only one who
feels this way. It’s the core of monster making,
actually. Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that
make you uncomfortable — your weaknesses, bad thoughts,
vanities, and hungers — and pretend they’re across
the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly
to be you. Children are afraid of the dark because they have
nothing real to work with. Adults are afraid of themselves. Oh
we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh — hybrids of
angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them.
We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting
over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than
one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is
complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I
used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something
sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now
I’m trying to dig deeper.
A book is proof
that humans are capable
of
making magic happen. ♥
This world is dying around us, us the humans who care more about
image and followers, numbers and things that wont matter soon.
When the world ends you will cling to the nearest person to you,
black, white, asian, mexican, or muslim. You will hold them and
wish instead of staring at your phone you would have known them
as a person. When the world burns...we all burn together.
