a love which has no bounds is not sprouted from conditions or expectations met, it is an act of feeling irrespective of will. in humans, unconditional love is not a love which has no weaknesses— how can the infinite exist by way of the extremely finite— the perfect through the imperfect? It can’t. Unconditionally isn’t a perfection of a person toward their lover, but manifested through the imperfection of a person who is desperately in need of the other— desperately incomplete without the other— a desperation we scorn today as stubbornness, weakness, dependency… desperation… but if not our faith in possibility and the forbidden word (forever), what else can it be that proves the existence of unconditional, human love?
"My goofiest-sounding secret is that I also believe in magic. Sometimes I call it God and sometimes I call it light, and I believe in it because every now and then I read a really good book or hear a really good song or have a really good conversation with a friend and they seem to have some kind of shine to them. The list I keep of these moments in the back of my journal is comprised less of times when I was laughing or smiling and more of times when I felt like I could feel the colors in my eyes deepening from the display before me. Times in which I felt I was witnessing an all-encompassing representation of life driven by an understanding that, coincidence or not, our existence is a peculiar thing, and perhaps the greatest way to honor it is to just be human. To be happy AND sad, and everything else. And yeah, living is a pain, and I say I hate everyone and everything, and I don’t exude much enthusiasm when sandwiched between fluorescent lighting and vinyl flooring for six hours straight, and I will probably mumble a bunch about how much I wish I could sleep forever the next time I have to wake up at 6 AM. But make no mistake about it: I really do like living. I really, truly do."
"the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma"
too much painful interiority; too much insistence that I have something within
I want to travel the world, but I just can’t do it alone
"Finally, there are the refugees from North Korea, who despite multiple requests have not been granted official refugee status by the United Nations. Since the 1990s, Koreans have been crossing over into China in a wave of refugees fleeing from famine. While they are primarily seeking asylum in South Korea and hiding out in China, they are also going to countries such as Mongolia and seeking refuge in the diplomatic offices of sympathetic countries. Their migrations can be traced to the Korean War and its impact on the Korean peninsula, for while the ongoing famine in North Korea is the immediate cause, the instability, repression, and conflict created by the political result of the Korean War, the framework of national division and opposing nation-states, are underlying causes…"
Random Class Reading
"What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness."
"We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down."