The more you think things are under control the more you realize there is really no order behind any of this at all. And then when things get really chaotic and you lose faith in everything entirely, you're given some sort of blessing that affirms your love of a meaningful universe. This is the way we stay balanced.
I will not ask about the meaning of life; I will simply live my life. Perhaps that is all I really need to be doing - to be living my life without regret, to be living my life without thinking about what it all means, to be appreciating every second of every sacred moment in this life. I should do this for now, and every now after.
Absolute silence can be maddening. If I don't hear something, I fear that there is something wrong in the world. So sad that the peace which comes with being quiet causes such nervousness. And so I make my own noise. I hum inside my head. I sing as similarly to my favorite singers as possible. I make a new kind of peace with the world by breaking the silence.
She walks across an empty room expecting some sort of grace in her own step only to find that she ambles awkwardly and without steadiness. She will never be the woman she had dreamed of being. He would never let her be that way, for he was a jealous lover who wouldn't permit her true beauty to shine through out of fear of losing her. The doorman makes up for it all though, because the way he smiles at her every time she walks by makes her feel lusted after just enough to feel special.
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