“dear god,” she prayed,
“let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.
let me be gay;
let me be sad.
let me be cold;
let me be warm.
let me be hungry…
have too much to eat. … let me be
when you’re a kid, you color with reckless abandon.
// you color outside the lines.
// you color however you feel.
green oceans —
it’s all good.
as you get older, though, everyone tells you to stay inside the lines,
to color everything just like you see it.
you end up painting by numbers¹²³ —
whether you actually paint — or — whether you write — or — sing — or —
dance — or — act — or — direct.
// i think you should create what you feel //
// create outside the lines //
i want to watch green oceans and red bears.
i’d love to listen to purple trees.
and i long to read blue elephants.
i’m sorry, but i don’t want to be an emperor.
that’s not my business.
i don’t want to rule
i should like to help everyone–
we all want to help one another.
human beings are like that.
we want to live by each other’s happiness
not by each other’s misery.
we don’t want to hate and despise one another.
in this world there is room for everyone.
and the good earth is rich
and can provide for everyone.
the way of life can be free and beautiful,
but we have lost the way.
greed has poisoned men’s souls,
has barricaded the world with hate,
has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.
we have developed speed,
but we have shut ourselves in.
machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
has made us cynical.
hard and unkind.
we think too much
feel too little.
more than machinery
we need humanity.
more than cleverness
we need kindness
gentleness. … let us all unite
compassion asks us to look into our own hearts,
discover what gives us pain,
» and then refuse «
under any circumstance whatsoever,
to inflict that pain on anybody else.
:: karen armstrong
people travel to wonder
at the height of mountains,
at the huge waves of the sea,
at the long courses of rivers,
at the vast compass of the ocean,
at the circular motion of the stars;
and they pass by themselves without wondering.
:: st. augustine of hippo