I'm just an ordinary girl
in an ordinary city
in an ordinary home
in an ordinary school
with an ordinary desire to change the world somehow.
Because everyone wants to leave a mark on the world that will stay long after they are dead. To be immortalized in any way is to be remembered always. And to be remembered, in a way, is to live again.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Just a little something from about a year ago...
If you could stop time, would you? Or let’s say that you could go back in time. Even better, right? But what if you could go forwards in time? You’d know what was coming.
You’d know the beautiful things before they happened, and be robbed of the sweet surprise that comes as a part of such things. You’d know of all the terrible things before they happened, and you’d be burdened with the curse of knowing and waiting and wishing you could change the future before it happened.
But you’d know to brace yourself. You’d be ready for the storm before it came, and you’d be prepared, or however prepared you can be for your heart to rip in half.
And maybe you’d have cried yourself dry before it happened. And perhaps the tears wouldn’t be able to come anymore, and you’d face what was to come the way you always wished you could—dry-eyed and straight-faced.
Of course, that would be assuming that time would let you move around as you pleased inside it. And that will never happen, I’m afraid. But isn’t the very thought of it chilling? Imagine that you knew what was to come. That you’d experienced it already.
For you, the future has lost its brilliantly obscure beauty.
You’d know the beautiful things before they happened, and be robbed of the sweet surprise that comes as a part of such things. You’d know of all the terrible things before they happened, and you’d be burdened with the curse of knowing and waiting and wishing you could change the future before it happened.
But you’d know to brace yourself. You’d be ready for the storm before it came, and you’d be prepared, or however prepared you can be for your heart to rip in half.
And maybe you’d have cried yourself dry before it happened. And perhaps the tears wouldn’t be able to come anymore, and you’d face what was to come the way you always wished you could—dry-eyed and straight-faced.
Of course, that would be assuming that time would let you move around as you pleased inside it. And that will never happen, I’m afraid. But isn’t the very thought of it chilling? Imagine that you knew what was to come. That you’d experienced it already.
For you, the future has lost its brilliantly obscure beauty.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Truth.
The truth is beautiful and powerful and so darkly, strongly terrible. The truth is fragile and soft and whisperingly, wistfully gentle. The truth is what it is, and the truth will never change.
The truth hurts, though. Sometimes, the truth will crush your dreams and break your heart--sometimes, reality stings. But sometimes, the truth, like it's been said many times before, will set you free, because there is nothing left to hide.
In the words of Albus Dumbledore, "The truth... is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.". Because sometimes, the truth will burn you like a flame. But sometimes, the truth truly will set you free.
The truth hurts, though. Sometimes, the truth will crush your dreams and break your heart--sometimes, reality stings. But sometimes, the truth, like it's been said many times before, will set you free, because there is nothing left to hide.
In the words of Albus Dumbledore, "The truth... is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.". Because sometimes, the truth will burn you like a flame. But sometimes, the truth truly will set you free.
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