I can no longer bear the use of the phrase ‘everything happens for a reason.’ Throughout my entire life i have watched people i love go through things that can not possibly be a part of any sort of “greater plan.” Yes, i get that the phrase is supposed to be used as a pharmaceutical for death, or for when one has hit rock bottom, but if words could heal us the world would probably be an ok place. We beg for mercy and miracles where they are so desperately deserved and wind up with heartbreak and hopelessness that tear us apart and strangle our minds. I will never understand why things happen, and i will never accept the circumstances. All i know is that most people are good. We all deserve the chance to live, we all deserve more.
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.
—  Carl R. Rogers
You are good at something, stop lying to yourself. You’re good at breaking down comic book plots, cooking ramen perfectly, making your friends happy, knowing the time without looking at a clock, getting the perfect ending at RPG’s, or figuring out the twist ending to movies. Don’t let society tell you your talents are meaningless because they don’t serve an economical purpose. Your talents reflect your interests and passions, and what’s important to you is important.

You looked at me with a puzzled face
You asked me
“What kind of armor do you wear?”
And I replied
“No my dear, this is just my skin.”
And I let you peel it from me

You took a peek at my X-Rays
And asked me
“What kind of maze is this?”
And I replied
“No my dear, that is my ribcage.”
And I let you pry at it

You cut me open
And lifted my bones
And asked me
“Why does a metal box
rest in your chest?”
And I replied
“No darling, that is my heart”
I let you observe it working

And you smiled

You cocked your head
And scrunched up you brow
And raised your fists
And smashed it