"At the back of our brains, so to speak, there was a forgotten blaze or burst of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life was to dig for this submerged sunrise or wonder; so that a man sitting in a chair might suddenly understand that he was actually alive, and be happy." Chesterton
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
relationships
Sometimes I want to scream out to the world that I'm afraid of being forgotten. There are plenty of people that I know and that I love, but somehow they all seem more important t0 me than I do to them. I'm so scared of being lonely...of not mattering to anyone...of living my life isolated from the one thing that I really care about.
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