


“The Child Who Was Never Born”
sculptor: Martin Hudáčeka
Wow. What a powerful sculpture.
Sad.
(via fuckyouimamz)
From the world. Sometimes it’s necessary to take a step back from everything, including the ones you love in order to find yourself, to learn what being alive means, and to push yourself passed all limits in order to love through servitude. This year hasn’t changed my life, it’s revolutionized it. Each and every day from here on out will be a battle for me to fight, a fight that will define my name on my tombstone. A fight that I can honestly say will be my toughest feat, but it’s one that I’ve been looking forward to, just to see if I can be resilient, if I can be infinite within myself. This challenge is one that I love and forevermore my life won’t be a series of little adventures, but one whole, full scale, all-out adventure. So here’s to my missionary brothers, that you all will live long and fight heroically for what you know with every ounce of your being is righteous. We have seen the perils of the world along with its beauty, so we must all remember this: we are not of this world, but we do live in it. You have each left a mark so deep, that I will never forget your faces and what we’ve been through in the past year. I hope that our paths cross again in the future.
I find it very troublesome that our general culture is hateful towards a specific hatred that is almost nonexistent. Every rising “issue” is due to media coverage and ignorance (a failure to retrieve any personal knowledge of the issue). The result of those two key factors is chaotic. There is a deeply rooted evil in a society that focuses its people’s eyes on hatred rather than on love.
I never thought we would think that suffering is best cured with different suffering. I promise self-destruction will never satisfy each and every empty desire.