i hate commercialism as much or more than most people. i don’t even shop for things like clothes or shoes. but i have no hate for today or the fact that people feel compelled to buy something to give their loved ones. the fact is, everyone isn’t good at making things. so some people need to buy things to express they care.
i was at the grocery store and there were a sea of people buying flowers. yes, it was crowded, but no one looked unhappy about being there buying the flowers. i bought one too, for my friend who told me her and her boyfriend don’t celebrate valentine’s day. i brought it to her work and left it with the secretary to call her and have her come out and get it. and you know what? i just about skipped out of that office, i felt so frigging good for what i had just done. and that’s the same way all the people out buying flowers will feel once they give them.
so what if everyone is doing it. don’t hate. also call your loved ones and tell them how great they are. recently experiencing the death of a loved one has taught me that the only time that exists is right now.
"Our loves are only symbols of an unknown immortality. Where communion is deep, there exists no separation at all, for what needs telling those we love is understood already, and what is supposed to be gone and past is often more real than ever. Through the sculpture of experience, that part of ourselves which survives, like cloud, resolves continuously."
— from Words of the Earth by Cedric Wright (via fernsandmoss)
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it”
"Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within."
"You’ve no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You.
nothing seemed right.
What’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.
It’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.
So- I’ve brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me."