“Every day, lately. I have trouble remembering specific events, but I totally remember what it felt like to be so full. Full of what? “I don’t know. Full of promise, full of dreams, full of shit. Mostly just full of yourself. So full you’re bursting. And then you get out into the world, and people empty you out, little by little, like air from a balloon.” I think about her analogy for a few seconds. So what, you just go through life being emptied of all vitality as you go, until none is left and then you die? “Of course not. You try like hell to fill yourself up with fresh air, from you and from other people. But back then” — she nods toward the kids outside — “it was so damn effortless to feel full, you know? All you had to do was breathe.”” — The Book of Joe (Jonathan Tropper) via Tumblr
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