A one sentence First Sentence:
“In reward for your service, we return to you the greatest desire of your soul.”
The first day I thought it was a plant. It had leaves, after all. The second day I still thought it was a plant. Yes, it was weird that there were vines growing on seven separate surfaces with no visible connections to the plant I’d brought in the previous day, but it had vines and leaves and I’m not a scientist. On the third day it waved at me from every wall of my bedroom and I no longer had any idea what it was.
Musings on something related to my novel:
<They’re all there. Alive! They’re just…trapped. If we can find a way to bring them back into this dimension, we can save them.
<That’s a big ask.
<But we have to try…don’t we?
<Yes. Yes, of course we do.
Sometimes we deserve more than people give us, and sometimes people deserve more from us than we give.
I’ll find you in the morning sun— Billie Holiday
And when the night is new
I’ll be looking at the moon
But I’ll be seeing you…
What if we were taught wrong. What if we’re meant to leave no inprint on this world, but live in it without tipping the balance, without doing any harm. What if that’s more important than being remembered?
Today I have only this, a quote I am quite fond of:
“To be different is not necessarily to be ugly; to have a different idea is not necessarily to be wrong. The worst possible thing is for all of us to begin to look and talk and act and think alike.”– Gene Roddenberry
#IDIC (infinite diversity in infinite combinations)
“It’ll be a better life for us.”
“You can’t know that! You’re risking everything for people who’ve been gone for 15 years. What about the people who are still here?”
“Are the people who are still here worth the 200 we lost on the way?”
“What about you son?”
And this, at last, silences him. Because it won’t be a better life for his son. His son won’t exist.
The longest minutes are the ones when you wait, not knowing what’s going to happen, not knowing what may have already happened. It would be easier if you could do something to help the people whose lives are in limbo. But maybe they’re not in limbo. Maybe they’re already gone and you’re just counting the minutes until you find out you never got to say goodbye. Right now you don’t know and the waiting feels…eternal.
When someone struggles with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues, they’re usually their own worst enemy. I think something we should all keep in mind when we interact with people is that we have no idea what they’re walking with. Be kind.
On an opposite note, this First Sentence popped into my head:
I think I’d be pretty good at this whole life thing if it just weren’t for other people.
I think we create monsters because they make it easier to contemplate the terrible things people do. But who is really more dangerous, a vampire or a man?