June 2012
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do you ever feel like people don’t like you as much as you like them
story of my life
“Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don’t want to make eye contact while doing it.”
—John Green (via fawun)
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Said & Done | John O’Callaghan
How often do you look back— really reflect on what you’ve done?
The insignificance of it all; pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts…
But do you ever wonder how you’ll be remembered? Or if what you’ve done and what you’re doing means anything at all?
What will your songs sound like when your dead and gone? Will tears fall when the last note is sung? And how will your story be told? Will your words leave a bitter taste in their mouths? Or will they even remember you at all?
Compassion.
The concept is rather simple. Most know what it means to be civil, but there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour. Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be used up— not enough and no one will be around to share this with.
So what is it that motivates us, to be better, gentler, more refined?
I’d like to think it was those closest to us— close to the heart and soul.
Those who carried you to the car after you puked on their shoes; those who took the blame for breaking the window, when it was you who cast the stone; those who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door, both good and bad. But more importantly, those whose stories you’ll share with your kids and grandkids, and there kids and grandkids. In hopes to somehow keep this alive.
Chivalry. Decency. Kindness. Compassion. Desire. Strength.
How will you be remembered?
