So... I had to copy and post this. I know it's a TOTAL issue of copyrights... But I guess I'll give credit to the person who wrote it. Found it on the nets... I love it. I wish I had written it, because I feel so much the same. Beautiful.
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Dear Universe,
Hi! You don't really know who I am, and in the grand macrocosmic scheme of things, my own little microcosm doesn't matter anyway. That's okay.
What matters is the fact that I'm grateful to you for the events that have transpired in my life and the people who have helped me become who I am today. These events were not particularly pleasant to live through (by any measure or stretch of the imagination). I find it beautiful and bittersweet that the same universe that put me through those events through no fault of my own also gave me the help and strength I need to have survived them. Despite the chaos and suffering that seems to permeate your surface, your sense of humor and beauty is not lost on me.
And lets face it, the truth is that none of this matters any more than we choose for it to matter. That makes things kinda interesting; since there's no one thing that universally matters, we're all left to finding our own things that matter. And even that gets fun, because the more things matter to us, the more we think they should matter to other people, which naturally gets us all upset about things that don't really matter in the first place.
So for all of the beauty, chaos, hidden order, things that don't matter, things that do matter, the strange set of events that brought pain, and the strange set of events that brought relief, thanks. This is interesting. And while I haven't found everything that matters to me, I'm not going to stop searching, creating, and loving. I'm not here for long and nothing that I do here matters in the long run; I have no illusions about this. But this matters to me, and him, and her, and him, and her... And that's enough for little ol' me.
Love,
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