“But for the most part we’re living without any sense of the functioning of the mind. It’s not just that you live tyrannized by it — we don’t even understand what it is that’s tyrannizing us. We don’t even know that the mind has that capacity. Until we deal with it and look at it closely and personally, we don’t really know that the mind is muttering, muttering, muttering, affecting how we see the world all day long, affecting how we see the bus, affecting out response to other people on the street, affecting the way we communicate with everybody around us. We keep thinking it has something to do with the outside.”

-From The Life of Meaning, essay written by Helen Tworkov 

These are true words.

Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
‘Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around
‘Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile

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You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
Never ever thought I’d see it break
Never thought I’d see it

I love the way something so small to others, can really mean a lot to some. It’s like how they say, “the good things in life are free”.