The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where flowers bloom...where crows remember human faces -especially those who were cruel to them - and pass that memory on to their young. where ants build entire cities. where cats purr at a frequency that can help heal bones. where forests, after fires, grow flowers first.
When someone tells you something can't be done, remember there's a sign at NASA that says:
Aerodynamically, a bee's body is not made to fly, but bees don't know that. 🐝
one of the most beautiful sights in life is seeing someone you love’s birthday candles illuminate their face while they look down at the cake before making a wish. so much magic in one moment.