Some days I wish my brain would just stop asking questions and making things so unnecessarily complicated. Some days I wish that the answers to some of these questions were just straightforward.
But that’d be taking away from the beauty that comes with the complexity of life, wouldn’t it? But without losing that beauty, I still wish something would just give.
Nights like these I realize that what I actually fear the most is losing the people dear to me because of the differences we may have. It’s the utter diversity of people that makes me love life for what it is; there’s so much to learn from one another yet so much that is common across us all.
But I fear that one day, we’d think it’d be easier to just be with people like ourselves. That we’d forget the many other things that bind us – love, passion, hope, struggles, music, walks, laughter – because we’d think our differences mean we couldn’t possibly reach out. With the world becoming increasingly polarised, more us vs them, I’m really afraid. I really really am. Because, truly, what would I do next. I hope it’s just a short term reflex reaction but who knows. I’m not even sure if I make sense right now. I probably don’t but aiya, I’m really scared man, I’m terrified. I don’t even know what to do – I know I have to start with myself, and I have, but what if that’s not enough?
If life could just be a filled with a little bit more unconditional love, what wonders would that.
Something like what these two adorable people share :’))))
Or maybe like Mandy and Milo???
(Sorry for the TIU spam, it’s just that kind of night)
Love. What a thing man. Explainable by science as something to keep the species alive, something chemical, yet still never quite enough to explain that racing in the heart, that little occasional insanity. The little hope that you’d see the same girl at the ICA passport kiosk helping people out when you come back to collect your passport so that you can talk to get to know each other better. Maybe not as something more, but maybe just as friends. And that’s enough still because isn’t that still founded in love too?
Just someone to lean on to tell you everything is going to be alright. For you to give a listening ear to tell them it’s going to be okay. It might be the late night speaking, it probably is. But I dream of a world where we’d all just be that little bit kinder, live with a little bit more love. We’ve all come so far, but for a thing as boundless as hope and love, there’s still so much more we can do. And I won’t stop starting that with me.
to live a life of use. to live a life of love.
// credit to the tumblr users who made the above gifs