I Hope You Get This Message

But I don't want you to keep pretending you're okay. I don't want you to keep downplaying the hurt you feel like you're not even human. You keep it up - all these lies to yourself, to other people, and soon you're not going to know who you are.

Just because you’ve lost all hope doesn’t mean you get to throw out hope for all of us.

Earth society has programmed us to keep our heads down and remain as these mindless drones. Everyone tells us we all have to follow the same blueprint: You gotta go to school. Graduate. Go to college, if you want the best job. Get married. Make babies. Work some more, get promoted. Then you retire. We want, and want, and want, and then we die. Then people say, Oh, what a great life that person led. But that's not living. It's just a way to exist.

What better way to deal with my own problems, huh? Ignore them and deal with other people’s.

The thing about the end of the world was this: either everything mattered, or nothing did.

Maybe sometimes you had to live for someone else until you learned to live for yourself. Sometimes, they could be one and the same.

In the poem, Rumi banters with God over life's usual philosophical questions: what to do with that pesky thing called a heart, where to focus one's eyes, etcetera, etcetera. But when Rumi asks God what to do with his pain and sorrow, God tells him, "Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Only five seconds of thought stand between you and a crap-ton of regret.

Being gay is not a fruit-borne disease, you idiot.

Mari— Interglactic beings have watched Earth envelop itself in darkness for millennia. But in every shroud of darkness, there are small beings such as yourself who, when dealt a cruel hand by fate, still carry the strength to smile. Your smile breaks through the dark. Your pain is where the light enters you. And your kindness is a guiding light for others. And that holds a power that even we fear. Small being, no matter what happens, never let that power go.

But in every shroud of darkness, there are small beings such as yourself who, when dealt a cruel hand by fate, still carry the strength to smile. Your smile breaks throught the dark, Your pain is where the light enters you. And your kindness is a guiding light for others. And that holds a power that even we fear. Small being, no matter what happens, never let that power go.

but isn't that the point of hope? faith, even? that you have it and you hold on to it and you protect it, even when it's impossible? isn't that when you need hope the most?