Whatever you’re feeling right now, there’s a mathematical certainty that someone else is feeling that exact thing. This is not to say you aren’t special; this is to say thank god you aren’t special. I too have kissed no one goodnight. I have launched myself from tall places and hoped no one would catch me. I have ended relationships because suddenly, I was also exposed. But isolation is not safety; it is death. If no one knows you’re alive, you aren’t. If a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around to hear it, it does make a sound, but then that sound is gone. I’m not saying you’ll find the meaning of life in other people. I’m saying other people are the life to which you provide the meaning.
—an excerpt from Neil Hilborn’s This Is Not The End Of The World (via aflashlight-andthetraintimes)