My life - my personality, my habits, even my speech - is a combination of the books I choose to read, the people I choose to listen to, and the thoughts I choose to tolerate in my mind…
I am running out of words, my thoughts have gone from vocabulary to touch, from touch to wishes, from wishes to sighs; now my very lungs have begun to empty, and I fear that I shall be nothing more than a memory to you.
My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Use your mind. Remember. Observe. You are not different from others. Most of their experiences are valid for you too. Think clearly and deeply, go into the structure of your desires and their ramifications. They are a most important part of your mental and emotional make-up and powerfully affect your actions. Remember, you cannot abandon what you do not know. To go beyond yourself, you must know yourself.
Silly Humans. You need not apply. :)
It’s nice to know that I’m in a progressively beneficial field with regards to the evolution of the human species.