“We live in a narrow reality, partly conditioned by our form of perception and partly made by opinions that we have borrowed, to which our self-esteem is fastened. We fight for our opinions, not because we believe in them but because they involve the ordinary feeling of oneself.”
― Maurice Nicoll, ‘Living Time and the Integration of the Life’

Shane Koyczan – To This Day

I’m not the only kid

Who grew up this way

Surrounded by people who used to say

That rhyme about sticks and stones

As if broken bones

Hurt more than the names we got called

And we got called them all

So we grew up believing no one

Would ever fall in love with us

That we’d be lonely forever

That we’d never meet someone

To make us feel like the sun

Was something they built for us

In their tool shed

So broken heart strings bled the blues

As we tried to empty ourselves

So we would feel nothing

Don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone

That an ingrown life

Is something surgeons can cut away

That there’s no way for it to metastasize

It does

Shane Koyczan – To This Day