The Strength of One

Much can be said with small words. Words of one syllable are strong.

Look and see:

Hi.

Bye.

Why?

Why not?

Ere you can save the world, you must first be saved.

Save me so I can save you.

I saved you, for you once saved me.

I miss you.

Do you miss me?

What would you do if I kissed you?

What would I do if you kissed me?

Take my hand.

We are all one.

We are all the same.

I loved you.

I still love you.

I will love you till the end of time.

The Generic You

I often say “You” when I write in this. Sometimes it refers to a specific idea (such as in the post “You. . .”), but the majority of the time, the word “You” in my ramblings is a generic term. I literally mean “You” when I write it. I am not writing to any specific person when I write, I am writing to each and every person who reads this. So, when reading this, know that I am speaking directly to you, the reader. The person currently reading these words. The person looking at a screen and for some reason reading the rantings of a madman.

Wait you might say to yourself. He said he loved me. He said that I saved him. I do, and you did. Whether I know you or not, whether I have held you in my arms, kissed you, spurned you, ignored you, or seemed to hate you, the truth is, I love you. I love you because we are connected. Connected by something integral to our existence. We are all part of this universe. More than that, we are part of this Earth. Even more, we are both humans. Of all the creatures on this small spinning globe, we are two members of the same species that makes up an infinitesimal portion of the life on it. We are more alike than we are different, and there is nothing that can change that.

Just like nothing can change the fact that I love you.

Sparks

Last night while walking through the World Showcase at Epcot and again while talking with a close friend, I was reminded of one of my beliefs regarding the way this world works.

In this world, there are countless things that can cause pain and suffering. These things surround us. Human beings have every reason in the world to be miserable. The things that can make us happy are much fewer than those that can make us miserable. The sparks of happiness in this world are rare, but they should be cherished and fanned into bright flames of incandescent joy.

Each time you find a spark of happiness, rather than hide it away and keep it from the world, share it. Flames cannot survive in dark closed off spaces. Fire needs fuel and air to thrive. It is only by bringing each spark of happiness we find out into the open air and feeding them the fuel of others’ interest that they will spread, and by spreading our sparks of happiness, they will light on others, and they too will be able to spread the happiness to others.

So smile, because a genuine smile is one of the strongest sparks of happiness that you can spread. Smile, because every time you do, it makes the world a little brighter. Smile, because when you do, you light up my world. Smile, because I’ve fallen in love with your smile. . . and through it, you.

Irony

Why do I love the things that others hate?
I love driving in the rain.
I love sitting in silence with another person.
I love all the little things about you that you hate about yourself.

Quips

Yes, you did that.

Yes, that might happen.

Yes, this is happening, and that is what is important.

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Pain happens.

Disappointment is unavoidable.

Loss is assured.

Happiness is a choice.
Sadness is a choice.

Love is a choice.
Hate is a choice.

Make your choices.

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Breathe in.
Listen to the sounds around you.
Smell the air.
Run your fingers across your skin.
Smile.
You're alive.