I'm growing

[peachesnccreme5]

So, i just finished The Little Prince (which took all of 1.5 hours). For such a simple book, it had a very deep meaning, i guess that goes with most things that are simple. I won't go into specific detail about the book, because i strongly encourage anyone to read it, however, i must tell you what i've learned personally from reading this tiny collection of pages filled with wisdom. What i've learned is this: numbers do not matter. I think i've known this all along but have become way to caught up in numbers to actually realize how unimportant they are. This government, the political issues, the global issues, statistics, money, marriage, the number of friends we have on myspace, the number of friends we have period, the amount of days that we live, they all have no meaning to our actual lives. The one thing that does matter, however, can not be seen, heard, or even touched. It is only felt. It is the reason we look at something and see something completely different, why we appreciate a rose, not for what it is, but for what it means to us. Things only MEAN something because they are connected to us, they remind us of something, we appreciate them, we feel them. The connections we make here on earth are the strongest and most memorable things we have. If you think about it, how hard is it to remember who the third king of England was, versus what your best friend's name is, or what their favorite color is, or how the wind feels while the sun shines bright on a summer's day. These things can't be calculated, or even priced. I know all of you deep down really know all of this, but ask yourselves, do you really think about it? Do you ever forget the numbers, the statistics, and all of the stupid materialistic useless knowledge just to go outside at night and find how much you learn just by staring at the stars? Forget all of your materialstic needs, the booze, the drugs, the money, the cars, the useless facts, the sex, and actually reflect on what truly matters: the love, the friends, the relationships, the memories that proove that YOU actually EXIST.

Maybe I partly write this for myself to remind myself what really matters, maybe I write it for those i worry about, care about, those who make me. For whoever really takes the time to read it, I hope you realize, or have already realized what is truly important.