I know they are just a pool of really talented writers and a cast of gorgeous, talented actors. But hey, I’m a sucker for tears and quotable quotes. Go Grey’s Anatomy! Yey.
Why celibacy can rock: Intimacy is a four syllable word for “Here is my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy.” It’s both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without.
Well, yeah, you can forgive and forget. But then, not always. People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don’t. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut’s long gone, the pain still lingers.
After a long week acting all grown up busy at work, budgeting bills and whatnot, there are some weekends you just want to kick back and do crazy stuff like you’re sixteen again. There comes a point in your life when you’re officially an adult. Suddenly, you’re old enough to vote, drink, and engage in other adult activities. Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious… a grown up. We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up?
Six years in the company and you wonder why you haven’t reached that top yet. Maybe because you stopped trying. Time to get out of the comfort zone. That career workshop speaker yesterday was really witty and inspiring. I wanna kick ass and look gorgeous like her. They take pictures of mountain climbers at the top of a mountain. They’re smiling, ecstatic, triumphant. They don’t take pictures along the way cos who wants to remember the rest of it. We push ourselves because we have to, not because we like it. The relentless climb, the pain and anguish of taking it to the next level. Nobody takes pictures of that. Nobody wants to remember. We just wanna remember the view from the top. The breathtaking moment at the edge of the world. That’s what keeps us climbing. And it’s worth the pain. That’s the crazy part. It’s worth anything.
Remember how we always want the good things to stay the same, forever? Yeah, right. Every cell in the human body regenerates on average every seven years. Like snakes, in our own way we shed our skin. Biologically we are brand new people. We may look the same, we probably do, the change isn’t visible at least in most of us, but we are all changed completely forever. When we say things like “people don’t change” it drives scientist crazy because change is literally the only constant in all of science. Energy. Matter. It’s always changing, morphing, merging, growing, dying. It’s the way people try not to change that’s unnatural. The way we cling to what things were instead of letting things be what they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of forming new ones. The way we insist on believing despite every scientific indication that anything in this lifetime is permanent. Change is constant. How we experience change that’s up to us. It can feel like death or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment we can have another chance at life. Like at any moment, we can be born all over again.
Love, lust, desire, loneliness, insecurity, even just mere attraction. They can turn any rational, normal person into a complete basket case. Nobody chooses to be a freak. Most people don’t even realize they’re a freak until it’s way too late to change it. But no matter how much of a freak we end up being, chances are there’s still someone out there for you. Unless they’ve already moved on, because when it comes to love even freaks can’t wait forever.