Beauty in Hope

"There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle." -Albert Einstein

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humansofnewyork: ‎”Now for the million dollar question.”“What’s that?”“Did you break the foot while riding the unicycle?”“No, I didn’t.”“OH MAN, I thought I was going to have a great caption.”“Well, there is good news.”“What’s that?”“I broke it playing Quidditch.”

humansofnewyork:

‎”Now for the million dollar question.”
“What’s that?”
“Did you break the foot while riding the unicycle?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“OH MAN, I thought I was going to have a great caption.”
“Well, there is good news.”
“What’s that?”
“I broke it playing Quidditch.”

(via liamdryden)

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humansofnewyork: When I came upon these two, Dad had just finished shooting and was sitting down for a rest. The boy was kneeling down, trying to get his small hands around the ball that Dad had left behind. I asked for a portrait, and suggested that Dad lift the boy up— just like the portrait shows. When I walked away, I glanced back over my shoulder. Instead of returning to the bench where I’d found him, Dad was now down on his knees— trying to teach the boy to dribble. I found it poetic how the perception created by the portrait led to an actual change in behavior. The man wanted to be the Dad in the portrait— teaching the boy to play. Even though I’m sure he’s already a wonderful father, the portrait reminded him to keep being so. There’s a healthy pressure to live up to others’ perceptions of us. It’s a pressure created by healthy communities. It’s the pressure that turns children into good adults. And adults into good parents.

humansofnewyork:

When I came upon these two, Dad had just finished shooting and was sitting down for a rest. The boy was kneeling down, trying to get his small hands around the ball that Dad had left behind. I asked for a portrait, and suggested that Dad lift the boy up— just like the portrait shows.

When I walked away, I glanced back over my shoulder. Instead of returning to the bench where I’d found him, Dad was now down on his knees— trying to teach the boy to dribble.

I found it poetic how the perception created by the portrait led to an actual change in behavior. The man wanted to be the Dad in the portrait— teaching the boy to play. Even though I’m sure he’s already a wonderful father, the portrait reminded him to keep being so.

There’s a healthy pressure to live up to others’ perceptions of us. It’s a pressure created by healthy communities. It’s the pressure that turns children into good adults. And adults into good parents.

(via ashes-and-dust)

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“It’s this dumb thing that Ross made up ‘cause he was trying to fool our parents. It’s a way of giving the finger, without actually having to give it.”

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