Invisible PeopleAs I grow older and older I realize that the people I know are younger and younger. And all that I know is that when I was their age, they didn't exist. I know living is a no brainer..it happens for all of us. But I didn't know when I was them, when I was younger, that people...are invisible. I didn't,... I couldn't comprehend, ...how we are all invisible. I see so many faces and I have to remind myself they aren't just faces...they were invisible faces before, invisible altogether. I remember so well when I was 21. And nothing's changed for me since then. I still see with the same eyes...and yet people who weren't there, personalities with real power, real love, real talent, real ideas, real opinions that matter, are here now. I don't know sometimes if I'm an idea or a person, cause half of everyone I know is an idea I had no idea of before. And they're all beautiful and unique. The more I know, the
HateIs it possible that we made a mistake? Is it possible to put all 'mistakes' in a category, so that all mistakes might be forgiven? Is it possible that violence might be put in a category, so that all violence might be forgiven? Is it possible to simply begin again, and again? With love? How is it that we hate love, as an answer, a beginning?
ReflectionWhat others decide about you is what you've decided about yourself. Decide that you're amazing, strong, resourceful, genius, good, essential, right, the best. Don't look for evidence of those qualities; simply decide on the evidence that you can decide. If you're going to live, then work. Work at deciding the best. All the others, even those which you don't know, can't imagine, can't trump, will decide along with you, even the gods. Don't think alone; use your guts when you think who you are. In the end you're doing anyone ...a blessing.