Unique
“I don’t understand why people keep pushing that “Don’t be some random person. BE UNIQUE” message. You’re already incredibly unique. Everyone is incredibly unique. That’s why the police use fingerprints to identify people. So you’re incredibly unique … but in the exact same way that everyone else is. (Which, admittedly, doesn’t really sing and is never going to make it on a motivational T-shirt.) So none of us are unique in being unique because being unique is pretty much the least unique thing you can be, because it comes naturally to everyone. So perhaps instead of “BE UNIQUE” we should be saying, “Be as visibly fucked up as you want to be because being unique is already taken.” By everyone, ironically enough.
Or maybe we should change the message to “Don’t just be some random person. Be the MOST random person. ”
Excerpt From: Jenny Lawson. “Furiously Happy.”
Ben seni sevebilmek için öğrendim kendimi sevmeyi
Çünkü aşk bu biraz toplumsal hijyen meseleleri gibidir
Herkes kendi kapısının önünü süpürse bak nerelere geldi güzelim şiir
Bir ahlak kitabı yazacak olsaydım:
Doksan dokuz sayfası bembeyaz, yüz sayfalık bir kitap olurdu.
Son sayfaya:
“Bildiğim tek bir görev var, o da sevme görevidir,” yazardım.
I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.