I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It’s just that the translations have gone wrong.
The thing is, the world has forgotten that indefinable tension of strength and weakness which every woman holds. It is like we can either be weak pushovers or kicking-butt superheroes. It isn’t either/or though. I walk out into the world each morning ready to conquer every fear and problem. I am invincible at that moment. I am my story’s heroine. But I walk home through the evening shadows with my head bowed low from the weight of the world. I cry myself to sleep because I am so weary of carrying this burden of sorrow. I become my own villain in the darkness, when I am alone and afraid. But I wake up the next morning determined to make the world a better place. I know that each moment of existence offers another opportunity to be hurt, but I don’t give up. I don’t give up on life just because it hurts like hell. And that’s what it means to be a woman. And, perhaps that is really just what it means to be human.
Best moment in Star Trek.
Just watched this again. It never gets old ; )
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Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Live at the Warfield, SF: July 08, 2014. iPhone 5. Photo by: Kody Kline.
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Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Live at the Warfield, SF: July 08, 2014. iPhone 5. Photos by: Kody Kline.
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