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We live in a world with the area of 197 million square miles which contains over 1.5 million species that we know of. One of those, our own, contains 6.8 billion members, each with their own completely unique and fascinating story. Our solar system has a 3 billion mile radius and is just a tiny spec in the Milky Way which is nothing to the universe, in which we have no idea of its size. We understand very little about matter at its most fundamental level, and everything you have ever interacted with in life is still largely unknown and indescribable. We are drowning in a foam of events that are infinitely occuring by causality chains weaving themselves through every aspect of our existence. The meaning of life is to be perpetually astounded — staggeringly amazed.

Even if the only thing that becomes of us is the knowledge that people like you exist, then I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

The most successful people I know wear their failures alongside their achievements.

Ideally, we are born confused and die amazed.

Of the countless hours I’ve spent with her, I still don’t know who she is.  She’s just words.

Her scars seemed to serve much the same purpose as the veins they were carved into.  I kept my mouth shut; we all have our vices.

She locked herself in the bathroom one night during a party.  She came out with puffy eyes and a thin ribbon of dried blood that slid from her forearm to her wrist.

“Don’t you care about me?”

She was draining more than just her blood.