Julia Gregson (via hellanne)
Am I the only one who doesn’t get this feeling? Like… when I was younger and in the deep end of the swimming pool, I wasn’t scared of the deep end, I’d just get this little burst of adrenalin as I got the feeling that something was in the water. I’d whip around to check and of course there was nothing there, but I didn’t like that: didn’t feed my imagination, yuh’know? Sooo… I’d lay on my back and I felt like I was in the middle of the ocean. Stranded, or something. I’d think of all the beautiful, undiscovered sea-monsters below me. Sometimes, I’d get nervous and have to look down again, but I didn’t like that, so I’d try really hard to reassure myself that the creature I imagined was so beautiful, it couldn’t hurt me (and it’s not really real anyway). When my brain started to get distracted by the only thing my eyes could see (the clouds above me) and I couldn’t quite hold onto the image of an underwater world, I’d throw a penny to the bottom and dive down to get it. Once I had it in my hand (and was sure I was the farthest down one could get) I’d allow myself to look up and see the beautiful rays of sunshine dance through the water’s lens, and I could imagine myself there, at the bottom of the ocean. So yeah, I got older and taller, and now it’s pretty hard to find a pool that’s deep enough that I can’t touch the bottom. I miss that feeling: the feeling that anything could be there, and the feeling of triumph when I can focus on the beauty of things instead of being overwhelmed by the fear. Now take that last bit of that sentence and apply it to life. Anything could happen in life, I could scare myself to death and never leave my room if I thought of all the bad things that could happen to me, or I could think of all the beautiful things my life could hold. My daydreams are like the sea-monster, with time I could discover they may not be real, but they’re beautiful either way…
Also, I cut out so much description to make that shorter and then I scroll to read the whole thing and it’s huge… :/
I always thought it was saddest when someone died with things undone, but I just realized that if you live your life right you’ll always have something else you want to do. No-matter you’re age if you want to do something, do it; that way, no-matter when you die it will always be in the middle of your latest project. Sure you didn’t get to complete it (no-matter what it was; an idea, a book, work of art, scientific theory, invention, moral, outlook) but that’s the beauty of it. The thought you started is picked up by someone else and completed, solved by a different perspective. That’s why it’s so important to learn from your elders, to learn from their experiences, so we can understand what they were able to accomplish and finish what they were not able to accomplish. Really it’s saddest when people die with everything done, because they obviously didn’t see the endless opportunities of life. Suddenly things make a little more sense.
Stephen King (via writingquotes)
I saw this and had to repost it because I completely disagree. Nobody’s history is boring - in real life or in literature. You just assume it’s boring until you know; but you also have to accept that you may never know (so please don’t assume).
I originally believed this to be true of anyone I saw walking on the street, but it was one of those things no one else seemed to see… then I read Kristin Cashore’s books Graceling, Fire, and Bitterblue. They aren’t written like a traditional trilogy; one story is elaborated and added onto by various side characters’ perspectives and stories who aren’t side characters at all. They’re all the main character of their own story. It really is that way you know - it may make you feel better to not think too deeply about others and just let your mind assume they are uninteresting (but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a lie).