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kuangningDo you understand?
It's about contact. It's about the bits of yourself you leave behind in the keeping of others, and the fragments of them that they give to you, and the way they can make you whole. The way they can make you see.
It's about taking a space, and filling the void. About leaving something behind, about taking something with you, no matter how tiny.
It's about loving -- because that's the only thing that endures. Even hate, which is the only thing as strong, corrodes. It burns you up and eats away at you until there's nothing left of you or of it. Apathy drifts away, gets blown to wisps in the face of the smallest sighing whisper of caring.
It's about taking someone's hand, about holding someone dear, and never letting go of them-the-way-they-are-to-you. Even when they change. It's about taking the changes, each new them-as-they-are, and adding it to the previous images, until the whole is so complete that nothing, nothing about them is unloved, even when it's disliked, because it's part of who they are.
It's about doing that again. And again. And again. And never stopping.
Can you love the world?
Can you open up your heart and stretch it around a person? How about another? Another? Can you wrap your heart around a race? A species? A planet full of beings just as lonely and lost and aching and wise and broken and awe-ful as you are? Can you look them in the eyes and see them, and not turn away from your own reflection there? Can you taste their regrets and their bitternesses and the sourness of their defeats, and not seek to wash the taste of your own away?
You can if you make contact.
It's about contact. It's about the bits of yourself you leave behind in the keeping of others, and the fragments of them that they give to you, and the way they can make you whole. The way they can make you see.
It's about taking a space, and filling the void. About leaving something behind, about taking something with you, no matter how tiny.
It's about loving -- because that's the only thing that endures. Even hate, which is the only thing as strong, corrodes. It burns you up and eats away at you until there's nothing left of you or of it. Apathy drifts away, gets blown to wisps in the face of the smallest sighing whisper of caring.
It's about taking someone's hand, about holding someone dear, and never letting go of them-the-way-they-are-to-you. Even when they change. It's about taking the changes, each new them-as-they-are, and adding it to the previous images, until the whole is so complete that nothing, nothing about them is unloved, even when it's disliked, because it's part of who they are.
It's about doing that again. And again. And again. And never stopping.
Can you love the world?
Can you open up your heart and stretch it around a person? How about another? Another? Can you wrap your heart around a race? A species? A planet full of beings just as lonely and lost and aching and wise and broken and awe-ful as you are? Can you look them in the eyes and see them, and not turn away from your own reflection there? Can you taste their regrets and their bitternesses and the sourness of their defeats, and not seek to wash the taste of your own away?
You can if you make contact.
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Date: 2002-10-14 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 01:54 pm (UTC)For me the answer is easy.
Date: 2002-10-14 12:28 pm (UTC)With new person.
Until I am no more.
Re: For me the answer is easy.
Date: 2002-10-14 01:15 pm (UTC)Ordinarily~
Date: 2002-10-14 12:45 pm (UTC)Stunning, love, stunning~
Thank you.
Re: Ordinarily~
Date: 2002-10-14 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 02:44 pm (UTC)Woof!
The junkyard dog.
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Date: 2002-10-14 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 04:03 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2002-10-27 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 05:40 pm (UTC)I fall in love with nearly everyone I meet, everyone I talk to, everyone I get to know.
Your elequent writing is heart touching, subtly changing everyone who reads it.
I wish I had your insight, I guess I have time though, I'm only 17.
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Date: 2002-10-14 06:34 pm (UTC)Though I must say, it is often easier for the very young, who haven't closed their hearts to something that could concievably hurt them.
Yes, you have time. But please be sure that instead of letting time cow you into submission and despair, let the lessons of time make you wise and loving.
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Date: 2002-10-15 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-14 06:58 pm (UTC)