deerhooves said:My weakness made me cry.
h3donist said:Im currently in the process of escaping an unhappy marriage. On saturday I packed a bag and left while she was still asleep, and only realised what I was doing when I reached my sister's house on the coast, 150 miles away.
Yesterday I walked along the sea front, past all the cafes and arcades, feeling completely free for the first time in ten years. I bought fish and chips without having to worry about getting some for someone else, I walked in the cold wind without worrying about someone else being cold, I played the arcades for as long as I wanted. And yes, I cried. A tear of relief and peace.
Mouse said:h3donist said:Im currently in the process of escaping an unhappy marriage. On saturday I packed a bag and left while she was still asleep, and only realised what I was doing when I reached my sister's house on the coast, 150 miles away.
Yesterday I walked along the sea front, past all the cafes and arcades, feeling completely free for the first time in ten years. I bought fish and chips without having to worry about getting some for someone else, I walked in the cold wind without worrying about someone else being cold, I played the arcades for as long as I wanted. And yes, I cried. A tear of relief and peace.
That took courage and I am very proud of you.
The Loneliest Whale in the World.
"In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean."
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