She Once Spoke With A Different Tongue

There is no existent reality other than that which we make. It is such a simple concept to grasp until you begin to think about all that it actually entails. No more scuttling about, afraid of making any firm plans. No more decisions based on how it will make me feel in five minutes, without regard to how it will make me feel in five years, or how it will make everyone feel that it affects in even a tertiary way. Humans will never stop surprising you for how awful they can be, or for how their actions will be directly opposed to the principles that they talk about believing in. Your task is to speak the truth as you see it, but with kindness. With humility. Without hypocrisy. Without hesitation, even in the minutae.

Think about how quickly things pass by and are gone. Time flows past like a river; the what is in constant flux, the why has a thousand variations. So it would take an idiot to feel any indignation, or any self-importance, either. As if the things that irritate us lasted.