I'm just discovering the beautiful & tragic life of a girl in her early 20's and I try to do the best I can with what I've got. I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing... My biggest blessing is that when the sun comes up each morning I get another chance at making a difference in the world and that's all that really matters. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; build anyway and be as you are.
There is a lot of emotion involved, and there’s a lot of give-and-take emotionally between the special education teacher and the student. The best teachers are the ones who can tap into that emotion, who day after day constantly give you that. Sometimes, you’re teaching somebody and you’re communicating but you’re not using any words at all. You start mimicking them and they mimic you, and they look at your eyes and all of a sudden you’re communicating, and you don’t even know how things are happening. There’s a transference of thoughts or something psychic happening
But what are two people who love each other anyway? They are two people who hurt each other. Because you can never promise anyone that you won’t hurt them. But you can promise them that you won’t leave. And we hurt each other. And we hurt each other over and over again. And we stuck around. Because that’s what people who love each other do. They hurt each other because they are human. And they feel the pain because they are alive. And then they thank their lover from reminding them that it was all real. And it’s all fragile. And it will heal them. And build them. And teach them. And they won’t leave. Because that’s what people who love each other do. They stick around.
