Revolution

The new rebellion is not hatred or destruction.

The world around us is littered in these things already,

to fight the fire with a match

is only asking to get burned.

Watch those who try, watch the spark catch and fly down the tiny branch in their hand

until they are seeing their skin singed.

Until they are watching their own clothing burning

and calling it a success.

We will refuse those lies.

We will refuse to be like them.

Rebellion is defiance,

but the best will be in the way

they don't expect, the way they cannot anticipate.

We are expected to divide. We are expected to compete.

We are expected to accept the rules that benefit us

and ignore those they hurt.

But we will not.

The new rebellion is the revolution,

the new thought and love and creation emerging quietly across the globe.

People who see beyond our artificial barriers and boundaries,

who refuse to be anything less than united.

Beyond cities, beyond countries-

this is a world wide shift in consciousness. This is a shift in thought.

You are already breathing it, living it.

Fighting quietly against those who hate and are cruel,

fighting against those who try to say

one human is better than another.

It is in the acceptance,

the unconditional love and support to those around us.

It is in the love to a stranger, the offering to buy a dinner,

the paying of a toll for the person behind you

where it shines.

This magic, this love, this new beginning.

It is our time, it is our revolt.

trust in the world

There are more beautiful people in the world than there are bad people. You don't hear about them on the news, their faces aren't pasted on the fronts of magazines, but they are there. Maybe you know one. And now imagine, that that one person knows one more.  And one more. And on and on it goes.

Sometimes the beautiful in people is hard to find. In those people, remember that they are probably struggling with something invisible, intangible, indistinguishable to you or I, but to them it is a constant fight. They are using all their beautiful in that fight at that moment, so you can't see it. But it's there.

I remember one year I met a boy who was angry all the time. My most vivid memory was when he went into a fit because a group of us were playing cards and he was delt a bad hand. When we asked him to calm down, he screamed as though he was dying.  It was a hidious, horrific sound-the kind of blaring noise that twists your insides and makes your heart afraid to beat.  He knocked over a jar and the glass shattered everywhere.  He kept screaming.

Three years ago he began coming out to people, telling us he was gay.  Today he is one of the sweetest people I know.  He explained to us what had happened with his old rage one day, telling us that the screaming was his struggle. It was a fight he could never win, because he was competing against himself. Trying to change himself.

Half of him constantly winning, half of him constantly losing.

Beautiful people are everywhere.  They are your companions as you walk down the street, they are the man serving you your coffee, they are the person holding the door.  Be a beautiful person.  Do something more for these people today.  Smile a bit bigger, give away some spare change, call an old friend and remind them you love them.

Believe in the world. It is a beautiful place, abundant with beautiful people.

i love people

I want to meet the world.

I think everybody is just so incredibly beautiful.

I can't help but love everybody. I can't help but see the good in them. 

And I think everybody can see that good.

But there are people who walk their entire lives without knowing the good inside them.

There are people who walk their entire lives unloved

because nobody's told them otherwise.

Tell them. Speak up.

There are people out there that need to hear your voice.

They need to hear what you already know.

That they are beautiful.

the sea

Fly

Sometimes you have to start anew.  You have to wake up and not put your right foot down first. You have to set your alarm ten minutes earlier, and go outside when the sun is just beginning to burn over the scaffolding of the horizon.  You have to squint at it, and feel the pain as your head pounds with the light and the wind and the strange sensation that comes from breathing morning dew.  You have to go out to a fancy restaurant for lunch and splurge, because you deserve a treat.  You have to look at your life and look at your priorities and decide if they match up.  And if they don't, you can't allow yourself to shrug your shoulders and sigh with disapointment. You are not a failure, you are never a failure.  You are a work in progress, a beautiful, horrific, lovely, awkward, shameful, fabulous, glowing, dramatic work of art.  Some days your colors are like the rainbow, shaking and trembling with their conherence.  Some days they all drip to the bottom of the canvas, a brown puddle.  But you can always start again.  You deserve a life you want to live, you deserve a life that makes you crave the daylight so you can begin again, you deserve a life that makes you smile, but you deserve a life so full and true that you cry as well.
So open your eyes, open your heart, open your soul,
and live that life.

Magic

via Luphia

 

PS Sorry for my lack of posts lately, I'm on a trip with my family and I don't have much time to blog! But I love you all, hope you're having a lovely beginning of spring (:

exactly as you are

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