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Airplane Thoughts
Sep. 28th, 2025 07:32 amI’m writing this in my notes app right now but as if writing this, I’m on the plane (Yes, 5 AM flight.. Awesome, right?) and I’ve been thinking,
Humans are so complex, I mean, we built a mechanism that propels us through the air higher than any animal. We made things that let us LEAVE Earth and go onto the moon. I feel like life should be more cherished than it really is, we are so intelligent and blessed with the things we have. We can traverse easily, speak universally, we can fly! We are a beautiful life form and yet nobody ever truly cherishes that. Many people give up the second they fall but one thing I’ve learned, and I’m saying this truly, you need to go down the hill to gain the momentum to fly. You should be proud you’re alive, out of all the other squirmy cells, YOU made it out. YOU are here right now, reading this. YOU understand what I’m saying when humans just made all this up. Nothing else understands English because it’s just gibberish, the thing is it’s UNIVERSAL gibberish. We all understand the gibberish we made up to communicate with each other. That’s beautiful. That’s really beautiful.
Bodies are so precious and pristine. I feel like the truest form of love is letting someone intertwine with you, whether that means physically, spiritually, or emotionally. To be wrapped up in someone’s warm arms, closest possible to their heart without harming them. The way people move is so elegant and unique, how you adapt to your surroundings, how you pick up on things from other people. Everything you know how to do now was taught to you, you’re functioning because of someone else. Even when we’re grown, we’re still taking things from our loved ones. We’re constantly mimicking the people we love, reflecting themselves back onto them.
To be able to share warmth between two blood-ful bodies and be able to share knowledge between spirit, what more could you ask? To be truly loved is to be consumed, to be taken, to be changed. The second you meet someone, they become apart of you, apart of the big sculpture that makes you YOU. Every interaction slowly builds this sculpture into the person you are, some changes more drastic than the others. To love someone is to let them change you, to let them sculpt you. That doesn’t mean let them take everything, that means let them add on. Let them add and make your lacking parts shine, let them make you the perfect person because of them. You don’t hide yourself from someone you truly love, you let them see every part, including the bad ones, so that they can help you fix it. Nobody is broken, some people are just more complex and need more precision. Some people just need careful hands that will take their time and won’t rush through to try and break them. Everyone can be loved fully and truly.
Humans are so complex, I mean, we built a mechanism that propels us through the air higher than any animal. We made things that let us LEAVE Earth and go onto the moon. I feel like life should be more cherished than it really is, we are so intelligent and blessed with the things we have. We can traverse easily, speak universally, we can fly! We are a beautiful life form and yet nobody ever truly cherishes that. Many people give up the second they fall but one thing I’ve learned, and I’m saying this truly, you need to go down the hill to gain the momentum to fly. You should be proud you’re alive, out of all the other squirmy cells, YOU made it out. YOU are here right now, reading this. YOU understand what I’m saying when humans just made all this up. Nothing else understands English because it’s just gibberish, the thing is it’s UNIVERSAL gibberish. We all understand the gibberish we made up to communicate with each other. That’s beautiful. That’s really beautiful.
Bodies are so precious and pristine. I feel like the truest form of love is letting someone intertwine with you, whether that means physically, spiritually, or emotionally. To be wrapped up in someone’s warm arms, closest possible to their heart without harming them. The way people move is so elegant and unique, how you adapt to your surroundings, how you pick up on things from other people. Everything you know how to do now was taught to you, you’re functioning because of someone else. Even when we’re grown, we’re still taking things from our loved ones. We’re constantly mimicking the people we love, reflecting themselves back onto them.
To be able to share warmth between two blood-ful bodies and be able to share knowledge between spirit, what more could you ask? To be truly loved is to be consumed, to be taken, to be changed. The second you meet someone, they become apart of you, apart of the big sculpture that makes you YOU. Every interaction slowly builds this sculpture into the person you are, some changes more drastic than the others. To love someone is to let them change you, to let them sculpt you. That doesn’t mean let them take everything, that means let them add on. Let them add and make your lacking parts shine, let them make you the perfect person because of them. You don’t hide yourself from someone you truly love, you let them see every part, including the bad ones, so that they can help you fix it. Nobody is broken, some people are just more complex and need more precision. Some people just need careful hands that will take their time and won’t rush through to try and break them. Everyone can be loved fully and truly.