amiable, yeah?

if none of this makes sense, I offer my sincerest apologies.


I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am lately. It’s astounding, really. Here I am a mortal being, a human, a person..... Yet, I am much more. I am more than I know. I believe we are all much more than we know.

I think I'll make a list,

I am a friend.
a best friend.
a daughter.
a sibling.
a cousin.
an acquaintance.
a companion.
a student.
an example.
a niece.
consumer.
buyer.
seller.
I am a patient.
statistic.
helper.
seeker.
reader.
listener.
a thought.
a memory.
a life.

this list could go on and on, and on.

I am all of these things, and you are all quite possibly some, if not all of these things.

we are all the same. yet, all of our lists are different.

we are different people, yet we are one. united by a common bond; the air we breathe, skin we are wrapped in.

"we do not have a soul. we are a soul. we have a body."
- C.S. Lewis.

That is... beautiful. to know that i am not this body. I am this mind, this heart, this soul, and i am given this body so that these things may be used in relation to others who share a similar fate.

Look at the list again. See it. Think about it. We all have so much responsibility. We are not just human beings inhabiting this planet for no reason. We were given this Earth to love and to serve and to give hope and protect. We are here to care, to love, to serve, to act justly.

You are more than your body is capable of handling. If your body was built of emotion, we would break far too easily.


There is more to life than what we know. There always is.


Sometimes, all we need is to be a listener; a shoulder to cry on; a hand to hold.

Listening is more important than talking, sometimes. When you talk, you hear yourself. But when you listen, you hear others. And that is what matters. If we were put on this earth to serve ourselves, would we not be self-sufficient? We are not. We need other people. And when you can come to terms with that fact, life is transformed. You need other people, and other people need you. Be humble, yet strong.


But this goes deeper. We are a long list of things. Very important, beautiful things. So, is it fair for us to take our own lives? For when we do, are we not robbing others of what they had in us? Is suicide more than death?

Is it not murder, stealing, and lying, all in one package?

I am this list of things, but i am not my own. I am these things, but to other people. I am not my own. I do not belong to myself. I am only supposed to take care of myself, so that i may benefit others.

If every one of us realized this great truth, this importance, this beautiful life that we have all been called to live.... how much better the earth would be.

I am made of skin and bones. Dust, ashes, blood, hair. I am part life and part death. You are a beautiful person. Together, we are beautiful people, created to do things for this earth. For other people. the people around us. Those that we love and care for.


One day, all of this will make sense to us.
Until that day, we should learn as much as we can.

For the well-being of the world.



it'll be okay,