When you miss someone…do you tell them? Or do you walk around with it like a small pebble in your shoe that sporadically nudges your arch and then finds it’s way back into a crevice…only to appear again at a later time?
I feel like I would like to know when I am missed. Even if the person missing me isn’t always on my mind. It’s nice to be missed. Human connection is not to be taken for granted. I am made of all the people I love and have ever loved. And they are made of me. I miss everyone sometimes.
If you wish to solve a problem, communicate it. With actual words. From your mouth to the ear of another. With eye contact. And diction. And cadence. And syllable emphasis. And body language.
If you can’t do that, the likelihood of said problem being solved is slim to none.
“If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn’t afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they’re seventeen.”—Haruki Murakami (via observando)
“Life becomes so much fun when you don’t want anything from anyone. You just want to do your thing and see other people do their’s without getting in their way. I have never in nature seen a dog eat a dog. A dog will eat it’s own vomit before it turns to that. Compete with yourself and build others up, it’s like cocaine for your good vibes.”—