These days there aren’t enough words in my head to filter through opinions. So I stopped creating them. And stopped listening to them.
I stopped comparing things here to things there. And vise versa.
I’ve learned that the key is not to think of yourself as different from others. Not to see them as different than you. If you do, you’ll come to hate them for making you feel guilty for that difference.
I’ve learned that the key is to stop thinking so damn much. And to smile. Even when I’m tired. To slow down long enough to notice people’s itching tongue, poised, waiting to be listened to.
But I suppose that’s all any of us ever really want. The knowledge that we have been heard and understood. To rest.
So for now, I just… don’t have anything left to say?
Maybe that’s why I need a camera and a pen. To use one when the other is lacking.
location: Yida/Juba/Yei – South Sudan
“The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.”
― Chuck Palahniuk