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We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do.” And facing death changes that? "Oh, yes. You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials. ↗
Whenever we have something that we are good at--something we care about--that experience and passion fundamentally change the nature of our first impressions. ↗
Listen up cowboy, I don’t need my mind changed. I’m perfectly fine the way things are and you don’t know a damned thing about me so if you don’t mind, I really need to get home. Goodbye Tyler.” I turned on my heel and started walking. “Princess, get in the truck, I’ll give you a lift.” He called. “No!” I shouted over my shoulder and kept on walking. “What’s a man got to do for a date with you?!” He shouted back. Oh My God really? “For starters use proper grammar! ↗
When the time came to leap in faith, whether you had your eyes open or closed or screamed all the way down or not made no practical difference. ↗
The summer I was ten years old, there was a group of kids in my neighborhood who played together every night after dinner. I often watched them from my window…Every night around nine-thirty or ten, those kids would get called in one by one…I knew the first ones called were full of resentment. But they needn’t have been. Nothing ever happened after they left anyway. Things just sort of ended in a slow motion way, like petals falling off a flower. You couldn’t have people leave like that and have anything good happen afterward. Whoever was left couldn’t pay much attention to anything other than waiting for their turn to get called in. So, it wasn’t so bad to go first, to head back toward those deep yellow lights and beds made up with summer linens. It was much better than being last, when you would be left standing there alone, finally going in without anybody calling you. ↗
He knows that there will be days ahead, long, tedious days which have no real beginning or ending, but which run together into night and out of it without changing color, or sound, or meaning. He will lie in his bed feeling the minutes and the hours pass through his body like an endless ribbon of pain because time becomes pain then. Light and darkness become pain; all his senses exist only to receive it, to transmit to his mind again and again, with ceaseless repetition, the simple fact that now he is dying. ↗
