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We weren't born with a name, we were given a name. A hedgehog doesn't have a name. It's just a nameless thing with a handful of flesh and skin and a beating heart. A hedgehog doesn't even know it doesn't have a name.
 
 
   
 
Thursday, June 25, 2009
 
Everyone is unique and special in their own way. We are all unique individuals with a whole universe of back story to each and every one of us, which we oft too easily forget because of the hustle and bustle surrounding us. Infiltrating and permeating into everything we do, such that that imminent sense of urgency and superficiality becomes the quotidian, and we forget what it once meant to be real, tangible and vulnerable. No one reaches out anymore, for fear of being taken for granted, or being hurt. It's nice when someone you meet randomly, develop a nice and brief relationship with, reminds you of the more important things, and that you are unique and insightful.

We all need that someone to come by every once in a while, just to refuel us, lest we get burnt out and jaded.

Life is too full of possibilities and undiscovered beauty for us to fall into that cesspool of dissatisfaction and bleakness, in spite of all the ugliness that shrouds it.

 

 
   
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