It’s impossible to know completely everything about someone. They could dump their hearts and brains into your lap but there’s something deeper that will always be missing in your perception of them. Everyone has an ocean full of quirks and secrets. You can take a submarine and sift through it wave by wave, but eventually you’ll reach a certain point and implode.
I wonder what it feels like to be able to go wherever you want to based on the smallest whim—-suddenly having an urge to visit Japan or Switzerland and then flying there the next day. Or being able to wander along a crowded street and spend the entire day walking in and out of stores and going wherever your desires lead you.
What a great retirement plan 8D
Keep a clear, open conscience and remember who people truly are.
The unfortunate side of being extremely laid-back is that you’re never quite sure whether you’re truly interested in something, or it just hasn’t triggered your dislike yet. So you spend an indefinite amount of time lingering in the gray zone. Yet you can’t seem to make a decision and move forward, because you’re so relaxed with life that anything is perfectly tolerable.
I used to have very good memory. I could recall entire conversations from years ago, word for word, without even trying. But now it’s a struggle to remember something that was said a few days ago.
I think one of the main reasons is that I’ve stopped caring for other people as much as I’m now caring for myself. It’s like I used to live outside of my body—in other people’s spaces and lives and worries.
That time of selflessness is something I guess I should be treasuring. I didn’t make many personal achievements, but doing and thinking things that revolve around ME is tiring and repulsive.
I guess I kind of want to be a kind, helpful ghost again.
I think sometimes I don’t want to talk at all. But I do, and I’m excited and I laugh with my friends because I guess that’s what I’m supposed to do. They’re used to me being outgoing and sociable, and if I suddenly am not the person they think I am, our relationships would change.
I’m not as afraid of not being accepted than starting over with new friends. I guess I’m just really lazy. In this world, how many people out there would be content with me? Not just the friendly, talkative me, but my silent, icy side as well?
Near the end, it’s all about the effort we’re willing to put in.
I suppose it’s difficult to truly be understood and understand in return, because even if you’re courageous enough to open up your mind to someone, very few people will be able to honestly comprehend and sympathize with you.
You might be in sync with a few people out of the hundreds you meet in a lifetime. It’s rare to have that instant connection.
A few people have asked me why I’m usually so calm and laid back. Hardly anything ever gets to me, and when something does, I can recover pretty quickly.
I think it’s all in the mind. You’re the only person who can make yourself content—other people can help you along, but in the end, you’re the one who decides whether or not to let things go. Take advantage of unfortunate situations and make the most of it, because there are almost always lessons to be learned and new things to look forward to.
It’s not very complicated. Just keep an open mind, do what’s necessary, and let everything go.
Sometimes it feels like people make friends based on how entertaining they are. As long as they don’t stab each other in the back, nothing else seems to matter.
High school is a huge race track—-we’re all competitors running tirelessly towards our goals. Some of us get there first and some of us lag behind. And there are runners who trip and get up, runners who start off fast and become exhausted, and runners who go slow and easy. And for some of us, we’re running to get out of the race.
No one is running for the same goal, and yet we’re locked in the same, big race track.
I wonder when and how schizophrenics realize that their reality isn’t the same as everyone else’s. Couldn’t they believe that what they’re seeing and hearing is real? Things may seem strange, but to them it could be perfectly normal.
I guess no one is truly “normal” because we all see the world in different ways. Some people sense certain things more strongly than others, and each person’s perspective is different.
No one lives in the same reality.
All the gossip and complicated backstab stories I encounter are so confusing. Why would you say something about someone behind their back in order to have someone else like you, and then go back to the original someone and still pretend to be friends with them? It’s like a huge, tangled hairball that should just be incinerated.
I think it’s unfortunate how people don’t say what’s on their minds…We’re all afraid of being the lone opinion, the one person that no one agrees with.
But at least you’ll feel lighter. It’s like collecting dust on your shoulders and gently blowing it off, and watching it settle someplace else.
If I’m pursuing something for the wrong reasons, I suppose I’ll just stop chasing it. There’s not much good that comes from a fire built on unbalanced sticks…
That’s going to be my life rule until college apps end later on this year. Things get done and everything is so much simpler when I think this way.
I’ve heard this so many times from so many different people that it didn’t seem significant. It felt like one of those phrases that society likes to barf up from time to time…but I don’t think it helps to worry and think too much about things you need to do.
Relax and just go…
