Would you be Godzilla? If, you know, you were given the opportunity and all of the technicalities and logistics were handled and all that. Is it preferable to whatever this kind of existence is?
Animal fact: Oysters have hearts. They must; all animals do. A mushroom is not an animal, rather it occupies the unusual in-between land of fungi. I like to think a mushroom has a heart, too.
Humans love patterns. Do you like finding colors, or shapes, or simply counting? How old were you when you started using these repetitions as a way to stay grounded? Is it childish to start again? You decide.
You are different than you were 10 years ago, 10 seconds even. Instead of being mad at all of the yous you’ve been, take their young, invisible hands as if to say: It will be okay, because I am still here.
There are things we are all too afraid to start. Nothing has to be perfect because nothing you’ve ever liked has been perfect. The act of creation in itself is divine. What will you do with the magic of your hands?
Google Earth will let you drive down every country road that has been named and photographed. To get lost on Google Earth has no real-world consequences; you can simply close the tab.
When I grate garlic to cook (because I cannot yet mince garlic properly), its scent will linger on my fingertips for days. Who lingers in your mind? Who has their unshakable extract bound to the skin of your thoughts?
Sometimes we cannot plan ahead. Sometimes we cannot even plan day to day. Instead we must take the minutes as they come. After this minute there will always be another one. And on and on for longer than you think.
You are not a seasonal squash (I’d assume)––while your DNA is actually strikingly similar, the differences between you are far too many to even be comparable. You are simply you, and nothing (no one) else.
I exist for me and you for you. Your thoughts, your actions, your emotions are your own. The pressure to be a public figure may be enticing, but know that nothing is more rewarding than keeping a few secrets.
What are you looking for? Have you found it? Have you gone after it? Longing for something better is inevitable, but the grass is only ever one shade of green. It’s a grand thing to strive, but a grander thing to rest.
What in the past cannot be reconciled in the now? What (barring everything) was so fantastic that it cannot be brought to life again? Time may not be a line, but for us it goes only one way. Take the journey forward.