Is it possible, to feel so much, that you never really know what kind of human you are? If you are filled with monsters or love or pain or chaos? I do not really know what to make of who I am, but I’m waiting, nearly bursting, for someone who can. – Christopher Poindexter
Many of us live in a world where everything is black or white. Many of us live in a place where there is nothing but grey. I often find myself alternating between these two. I believe this wonderful quote seamlessly captures that sometimes beautiful, sometimes unnerving feeling, of uncertainty.It flawlessly depicts the never ending human desire for the existence of that one person who knows us, who can make sense of the messes we are. Don’t you think?