I am currently Stumbling around on here blindly. Funny how the immensity of the internet can make a person feel so small. Some days it feels like there is nothing but world out there. Endless world and space and matter. Like no matter how far I reach, I could never touch enough world to make my life worthwhile. It is almost depressing-- life, being so fleeting, so fragile. If you miss it today, will it be gone tomorrow? If no one sees the perfectly shaped blade of grass, did it even exist? And, if it did, was its time here worthless? Of course, people will tell you that if you saw the perfect blade of grass daily, it would mean nothing. Perfect would be the norm and we would never appreciate anything. Perhaps so. The sad part is that a blade of grass can be anyONE. I refuse to let my perfect moment go by unnoticed. Favorites » Her Blog
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