If you fail, will you still trust me?
If you lose will you still love me?
If your expectations are not met, will you deny me or lift me up instead?
When situations don’t make sense to you, will you doubt and become faithless?
Or will this circumstances propel you to know my power and believe in me? You who have become blind to this world must open their eyes and see me working within you.
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
This is exactly what happens when you give me cardboard, scissors, and nothing to do.