Some days I think if I just kept walking left I would fall off the earth. It's not that strange of a concept, right? Back in the days before Columbus and such it wasn't such a far fetched idea. Really though.

Is there eventually a point when gravity doesn't matter or count for anything? In every other facet of life, things have a limit. You can only care so much before it becomes futile. You can only try so hard before the same happens. Eventually all that effort becomes wasteful because people don't care. So what if we all on the count of three stopped caring about gravity? 1....2....3....

Did you not care about the existance of gravity for a bit? Harder than you think..hmmm.. Too bad all things weren't in the same respect that hard; the more you try not to think about it, the more pertinent, obvious, and unignorable a presence it becomes in our life. For instance, the more people thought others didn't care, the more insanely noticable it became that they did. At which point, it would be impossible and again futile to try and think differently, as you couldn't about gravity. It's an unalterable presence in or life, necessary whether we're willing to acknowledge it as such or not.

So what if love were like gravity? The more we tried to convince ourselves we didn't need it, the more apparent it becomes that we can't live without it... at which point we can be nothing but happy that our two feet will always find the ground.. and our hearts will always find someone who loves us... no matter how hopeless it seems.

Gravity keeps everyone close. Use it to your benefit.
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Song(s) to d/l: True Colors - Phil Collins
One Moment in Time - Whitney Houston