Everyone forgets that there is so much sadness and inequality in this world. Some people live in luxury, with more than they know what to do with, and it is inevitable that they waste it. Some people don't have enough money to buy their next meal or have parents who can't afford to pay their school fees, and barely enough to buy school books and uniforms. They live in countries where the government don't pay enough to attract good teachers, or provide good jobs and housing and clean water you can drink out of the tap, or to keep the streets and air clean so you can have a healthy living environment. We are given different abilities to learn and work, some just learn slower than others, or cannot learn at all. Some people are born without four limbs or lose them in an accident.

Everything I have comes from God. My intelligence, my abiilty to learn, my adequate and healthy body, the family I was born into, with parents that make me never have to worry about money or love. Sometimes all I need to do is remember to give thanks, and give to others whenever I can, whatever I can.

she's waiting like an iceberg, waiting to change

I want to be a paragon of
1. Virtue
2. Thrift
3. Diligence
4. Meticulousness
5. Self-reliance
6. Adaptability and courage
7. Stability
8. Perseverence
9. Patience

Catch a Body | Ilse Bendorf

"Catch a Body"
Ilse Bendorf

Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of words
I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink
to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract
by laser from the ribcage of all of us
who ever believed it, who felt afraid
to miss someone, to be the last one
standing. “Tell everyone everything” is
not exactly right, but I do believe that if
your mother looks radiant in violet
you should tell her, or when a juvenile
sparrow thrashes its wings in dustpiles
and reminds you of a lover’s eyelashes,
you should say so. We are islands all of us,
but we are also boats, our secrets flares,
pyrotechnic devices by which we signal
there’s someone in here we’re still alive!
So maybe it’s, “don’t be afraid.” We can
rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,
wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up
a prototype right now, that burning ball
of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything
we dream the morning after, even if we fall
into the sea—we are boats, remember?
We are pirates. We move in nautical miles.
Each other’s anchors, each other’s buoys,
the rocket’s red, already the world entire.

Does wanting someone have to go hand in hand with liking them?




I really don't think so.

I am afraid of being alone in the world out there.