I am a visitor here, I am not permanent.

Sometimes, I forget how fragile and fleeting and uncertain our lives are.

"I used many times to touch my own chest and feel under its asthmatic quiver, the engine of the heart and lungs and blood and feel amazed at what I sensed was the enormity of power I possessed. Not magical power, not all that Carrie teenage telekenetic wank, but real power. The power to simply go on, the power to endure, that is power enough, but I felt I had also the power to create, to add, to delight, to amaze and to transform. Yet I was unwanted, rejected and unthought of. No one believed in me."

Whenever I remember, I feel overcome with love for all things living and their musings and emotions; hopes and fears. I take a morbid comfort in the fact that we are all destined for death, not long for this world, and that everyone is united by simply being alive right now and sharing their lives with others. People are arrogant, selfish and shallow, but when I'm honest with myself, I can't help but love humanity. Because I really believe that most people are trying to do their best, even if their attempts are misguided.