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I think I have a complex about blogging - something about how I can only blog when I'm being hilarious. But it has been a far from hilarious week, and I'm exhausted, and don't really know what else to write, yet feel compelled to write something. And I've had a few things running through my head for a bit now, so here you go...

From American Beauty:

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me... but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... 

And from Brian Andreas:

She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.

And from the Prophet:

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

And from my father:

Reemie, I think you have buckets behind your eyes...