Friday
Sunday
Create the fate of other beings.
I was going through old writing and I found this. This was my first blog post here.
I was skimming it and deemed it as something i borrowed from someone else but then I realized, I WROTE THIS...and it's incredible. I remember when and where I wrote it too, which is something I've very glad to be capable of. I was on the J train at around 8pm, was listening to Luca by Brand New, and that's the day I last listened to a song by Eyedea & Abilities that I cant bring myself to hear all the way through.
This writing is quite beautiful, much more beautiful than anything I've written recently. It's genuinely stream of consciousness, I remember what everything was about, what every line referenced...i didn't think anything 100% through but it somehow flowed seamlessly.
My greatest fear is not letting myself in.
Recognizing water lilies and hallow apples is how I begin the day.
i won't see love till summer; my only consolation is your embrace.
Jesus Christ, the only thing that will wash out my memories of you are heavy nails and strong knees.
Endurance is the game I play.
Can't you see they sleep in the same bed with guns to each others heads.
One day he'll murder her as Hamlet's father took his last breath.
Coke can't save the requiem for a dream.
I would love to one day play with crack in the sky at a quarter past four in the morning.
SoCo Amaretto Lime is my favorite drink.
The horrifying vastness of the ocean churns with ominous messages that only Thomas can recognize.
The wrong words will cause the vessel to crash in Donnie's bedroom.
Donnie shot Frank the bunny in the eye and then later let the vessel murder him to save Gretchen.
It's what he wanted and what the portal allowed him.
Time travel is possible.
Who is the one that haunts my dreams of mountains sunk below the sea?
He's never gonna get it right.
What is most fleeting emotion?
The aeroplane flying over the sea crashes into a cloud.
I think being afraid makes me more human.
I'd rather be blue than have no pulse.
I'll never crave the touch of cold.
I'll sow the seeds and grow tomatoes for my neighbor but it don't mean a thing if he ain't got that sugar.
Why can't Hamlet be a woman instead?
Does it really last?
Can a psychiatrist and patient switch roles and blur the lines between disturbed and stable?
What would we do if it rained frogs?
Are there really nines who preside over fives and sixes?
Is there a place where only people who committed suicide go?
Is it a matter of saving or sin?
Couples who last a life time fall in love with each other an average of six times over the course of their relationship.
Does all of our art create the fate of other beings?
Does a stroke cause a stride?
Mind has been blown
I was skimming it and deemed it as something i borrowed from someone else but then I realized, I WROTE THIS...and it's incredible. I remember when and where I wrote it too, which is something I've very glad to be capable of. I was on the J train at around 8pm, was listening to Luca by Brand New, and that's the day I last listened to a song by Eyedea & Abilities that I cant bring myself to hear all the way through.
This writing is quite beautiful, much more beautiful than anything I've written recently. It's genuinely stream of consciousness, I remember what everything was about, what every line referenced...i didn't think anything 100% through but it somehow flowed seamlessly.
My greatest fear is not letting myself in.
Recognizing water lilies and hallow apples is how I begin the day.
i won't see love till summer; my only consolation is your embrace.
Jesus Christ, the only thing that will wash out my memories of you are heavy nails and strong knees.
Endurance is the game I play.
Can't you see they sleep in the same bed with guns to each others heads.
One day he'll murder her as Hamlet's father took his last breath.
Coke can't save the requiem for a dream.
I would love to one day play with crack in the sky at a quarter past four in the morning.
SoCo Amaretto Lime is my favorite drink.
The horrifying vastness of the ocean churns with ominous messages that only Thomas can recognize.
The wrong words will cause the vessel to crash in Donnie's bedroom.
Donnie shot Frank the bunny in the eye and then later let the vessel murder him to save Gretchen.
It's what he wanted and what the portal allowed him.
Time travel is possible.
Who is the one that haunts my dreams of mountains sunk below the sea?
He's never gonna get it right.
What is most fleeting emotion?
The aeroplane flying over the sea crashes into a cloud.
I think being afraid makes me more human.
I'd rather be blue than have no pulse.
I'll never crave the touch of cold.
I'll sow the seeds and grow tomatoes for my neighbor but it don't mean a thing if he ain't got that sugar.
Why can't Hamlet be a woman instead?
Does it really last?
Can a psychiatrist and patient switch roles and blur the lines between disturbed and stable?
What would we do if it rained frogs?
Are there really nines who preside over fives and sixes?
Is there a place where only people who committed suicide go?
Is it a matter of saving or sin?
Couples who last a life time fall in love with each other an average of six times over the course of their relationship.
Does all of our art create the fate of other beings?
Does a stroke cause a stride?
Mind has been blown
the logistics of nostalgia.
I'm not one to verbally dwell upon the past. In my mind, well, surprisingly not that often either. I'm too busy living in the present, that's the only way I can sustain my happiness, it has sufficed for almost 23 years.
This isn't about any thing, any event, any person. This is simply my way or compacting it and putting it away in its respective filing cabinet in my mind.
To every person that I knowingly have ever torn apart, to any person I've done wrong upon without any deserving purpose, to any friend I have abandoned to pursue the wrong ones, to the objects of meaning that I've carelessly lost in the past, to the extended family I never really had, to my mother and father, to the teachers I didn't care to listen to when they told me I had what it takes to pursue what I deserved, to the events I didn't attend in dismay of others, to the music I never gave a chance, to the classes I've never attended, to the days I wasted by not noticing that the sun is shining and the world is still in its wonderful equilibrium, to the nature I hated with incredible passion as a child but now crave...
In this very moment, sorry will never suffice. I've become a different person that wouldn't dare repeat those mistakes. Perhaps, all of the previously mentioned things are normal to experience and to remember them as I do now and can never dare to forget...but really, I don't think they are. It's not the events, people and things themselves...it's how I react to them and perceive them. I don't see them as others would and honestly, I prefer as I do. Superficiality and indifference is a plague amongst young people who've experienced more than they'd like to admit.
Sidenote: I'm terrible with negative nostalgia. When something reminds me of a bad memory, an especially bad one...it's annoyingly difficult to rid myself of the thought. It's especially hard for me for reasons I cannot exactly pinpoint. I think it's just me and how I am. I think I have this elevated psychological ability to see myself externally and figure out precisely what the issue is. I can analyze it and figure out why I'm feeling like that but, I can't stop it. I have absolutely zero power against it and that right there, is terrible in the worst ways. I suppose it's the imbalance in my reaction to such nostalgia; perhaps my elevated ability to analyze the event significantly takes away from the possibility of diminishing it. Whatever it is, I'm aware of all of it...and that's one of things I enjoy about myself.
Sometimes, such events are extremely fleeting and almost go unnoticed; it's almost like clock-work.
This isn't about any thing, any event, any person. This is simply my way or compacting it and putting it away in its respective filing cabinet in my mind.
To every person that I knowingly have ever torn apart, to any person I've done wrong upon without any deserving purpose, to any friend I have abandoned to pursue the wrong ones, to the objects of meaning that I've carelessly lost in the past, to the extended family I never really had, to my mother and father, to the teachers I didn't care to listen to when they told me I had what it takes to pursue what I deserved, to the events I didn't attend in dismay of others, to the music I never gave a chance, to the classes I've never attended, to the days I wasted by not noticing that the sun is shining and the world is still in its wonderful equilibrium, to the nature I hated with incredible passion as a child but now crave...
In this very moment, sorry will never suffice. I've become a different person that wouldn't dare repeat those mistakes. Perhaps, all of the previously mentioned things are normal to experience and to remember them as I do now and can never dare to forget...but really, I don't think they are. It's not the events, people and things themselves...it's how I react to them and perceive them. I don't see them as others would and honestly, I prefer as I do. Superficiality and indifference is a plague amongst young people who've experienced more than they'd like to admit.
Sidenote: I'm terrible with negative nostalgia. When something reminds me of a bad memory, an especially bad one...it's annoyingly difficult to rid myself of the thought. It's especially hard for me for reasons I cannot exactly pinpoint. I think it's just me and how I am. I think I have this elevated psychological ability to see myself externally and figure out precisely what the issue is. I can analyze it and figure out why I'm feeling like that but, I can't stop it. I have absolutely zero power against it and that right there, is terrible in the worst ways. I suppose it's the imbalance in my reaction to such nostalgia; perhaps my elevated ability to analyze the event significantly takes away from the possibility of diminishing it. Whatever it is, I'm aware of all of it...and that's one of things I enjoy about myself.
Sometimes, such events are extremely fleeting and almost go unnoticed; it's almost like clock-work.
Authenticity vs. Originality.
"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic.
Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery--celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc said: 'It's not where you take things from-it's where you take them to.'"
Sunset
Edward Hopper
Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery--celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc said: 'It's not where you take things from-it's where you take them to.'"
Sunset
Edward Hopper
Saturday
Top ten myths of Introverts.
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.
Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.
Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.
Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.
Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.
Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.
Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.
Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.
Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.
These are all me. It's insane.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.
Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.
Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.
Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.
Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.
Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.
Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.
Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.
Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.
These are all me. It's insane.
Sunday
Ways to discover new music.
www.gnoosic.com/
Discover new music with this site. You won't regret it. Plus, it's aesthetically fascinating.
Discover new music with this site. You won't regret it. Plus, it's aesthetically fascinating.
Now that's a long word.
“Mamihlapinatapai: A look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.”
The Work Place.
"If you're like most people I work with in companies, the demands come at you from every angle, all day long, and you have to make difficult decisions without much time to think about them. What enduring principles can you rely on to make choices that reflect openness, integrity and authenticity?
Here are ten that work for me:
1. Always challenge certainty, especially your own. When you think you're undeniably right, ask yourself "What might I be missing here?" If we could truly figure it all out, what else would there be left to do?
2. Excellence is an unrelenting struggle, but it's also the surest route to enduring satisfaction. Amy Chua, the over-the-top "Tiger Mother," was right that there's no shortcut to excellence. Getting there requires practicing deliberately, delaying gratification, and forever challenging your current comfort zone.
3. Emotions are contagious, so it pays to know what you're feeling. Think of the best boss you ever had. How did he or she make you feel? That's the way you want to make others feel.
4. When in doubt, ask yourself, "How would I behave here at my best?" We know instinctively what it means to do the right thing, even when we're inclined to do the opposite. If you find it impossible, in a challenging moment, to envision how you'd behave at your best, try imagining how someone you admire would respond.
5. If you do what you love, the money may or may not follow, but you'll love what you do. It's magical thinking to assume you'll be rewarded with riches for following your heart. What it will give you is a richer life. If material riches don't follow, and you decide they're important, there's always time for Plan B.
6. You need less than you think you do. All your life, you've been led to believe that more is better, and that whatever you have isn't enough. It's a prescription for disappointment. Instead ask yourself this: How much of what you already have truly adds value in your life? What could you do without?
7. Accept yourself exactly as you are but never stop trying to learn and grow. One without the other just doesn't cut it. The first, by itself, leads to complacency, the second to self-flagellation. The paradoxical trick is to embrace these opposites, using self-acceptance as an antidote to fear and as a cushion in the face of setbacks.
8. Meaning isn't something you discover, it's something you create, one step at a time. Meaning is derived from finding a way to express your unique skills and passion in the service of something larger than yourself. Figuring out how best to contribute is a lifelong challenge, reborn every day.
9. You can't change what you don't notice and not noticing won't make it go away. Each of us has an infinite capacity for self-deception. To avoid pain, we rationalize, minimize, deny, and go numb. The antidote is the willingness to look at yourself with unsparing honesty, and to hold yourself accountable to the person you want to be.
10. When in doubt, take responsibility. It's called being a true adult."
-Harvard Business Review Article.
Here are ten that work for me:
1. Always challenge certainty, especially your own. When you think you're undeniably right, ask yourself "What might I be missing here?" If we could truly figure it all out, what else would there be left to do?
2. Excellence is an unrelenting struggle, but it's also the surest route to enduring satisfaction. Amy Chua, the over-the-top "Tiger Mother," was right that there's no shortcut to excellence. Getting there requires practicing deliberately, delaying gratification, and forever challenging your current comfort zone.
3. Emotions are contagious, so it pays to know what you're feeling. Think of the best boss you ever had. How did he or she make you feel? That's the way you want to make others feel.
4. When in doubt, ask yourself, "How would I behave here at my best?" We know instinctively what it means to do the right thing, even when we're inclined to do the opposite. If you find it impossible, in a challenging moment, to envision how you'd behave at your best, try imagining how someone you admire would respond.
5. If you do what you love, the money may or may not follow, but you'll love what you do. It's magical thinking to assume you'll be rewarded with riches for following your heart. What it will give you is a richer life. If material riches don't follow, and you decide they're important, there's always time for Plan B.
6. You need less than you think you do. All your life, you've been led to believe that more is better, and that whatever you have isn't enough. It's a prescription for disappointment. Instead ask yourself this: How much of what you already have truly adds value in your life? What could you do without?
7. Accept yourself exactly as you are but never stop trying to learn and grow. One without the other just doesn't cut it. The first, by itself, leads to complacency, the second to self-flagellation. The paradoxical trick is to embrace these opposites, using self-acceptance as an antidote to fear and as a cushion in the face of setbacks.
8. Meaning isn't something you discover, it's something you create, one step at a time. Meaning is derived from finding a way to express your unique skills and passion in the service of something larger than yourself. Figuring out how best to contribute is a lifelong challenge, reborn every day.
9. You can't change what you don't notice and not noticing won't make it go away. Each of us has an infinite capacity for self-deception. To avoid pain, we rationalize, minimize, deny, and go numb. The antidote is the willingness to look at yourself with unsparing honesty, and to hold yourself accountable to the person you want to be.
10. When in doubt, take responsibility. It's called being a true adult."
-Harvard Business Review Article.
Omelet.
Recently, I've become slightly obsessed with both oatmeal and variations of omelets.
1. I've never had hot oatmeal in my life...I've somehow come to believe that it tastes mildly like warm, damp cardboard. I don't know what made me come to this conclusion...but I've realized that I'm terribly wrong. Since most of my Sbux meals/coffees are on the house, I decided to give it a shot. The outcome shocked me, I almost wanted 3 more oatmeal cups. Now I can't get enough of it.
Also, based on people's reactions when I tell them I've never had oatmeal before today, it seems as if it's equivalent to never having tasted coffee.
Now, for the omelet.
My favorite by far is as follows:
3 egg whites & 1 whole egg, beaten.
1 whole vine tomato.
handful of fresh organic spinach.
4 slices of pepper turkey, pulled into quarter parts.
Sometimes, I replace the turkey with organic chicken franks, depending on what I've got in my fridge. Sometimes, both.
I'll have a picture next time.
Enjoy.
1. I've never had hot oatmeal in my life...I've somehow come to believe that it tastes mildly like warm, damp cardboard. I don't know what made me come to this conclusion...but I've realized that I'm terribly wrong. Since most of my Sbux meals/coffees are on the house, I decided to give it a shot. The outcome shocked me, I almost wanted 3 more oatmeal cups. Now I can't get enough of it.
Also, based on people's reactions when I tell them I've never had oatmeal before today, it seems as if it's equivalent to never having tasted coffee.
Now, for the omelet.
My favorite by far is as follows:
3 egg whites & 1 whole egg, beaten.
1 whole vine tomato.
handful of fresh organic spinach.
4 slices of pepper turkey, pulled into quarter parts.
Sometimes, I replace the turkey with organic chicken franks, depending on what I've got in my fridge. Sometimes, both.
I'll have a picture next time.
Enjoy.
Saturday
Kevin Devine - The Longer That I'm Out Here
The Song that made me fall in love with Kevin Devine.
Lyrics are awesome. Everytime I saw him play live, EVERYONE goes insane for this song.
The longer that I'm out here the better you sound
You're scrunching up your face in this picture I found
And I'm chasing after you, steadily losing ground
I don't wanna forget so I'm writing it down
Have you ever? No, never never?
I find that hard to believe
So let's burn the furniture
To see how angry a fire could make me
Now you say that there's someone that you need to reconnect with
Some scarecrow from high school that you loved but never slept with
A baby with a pipe dream playing hopscotch on your bandages
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/k/kevin_devine/longer_that_im_out_here.html ]
And I'm singing all his songs while I sleep on your couch
I'm coughing up a lung but I'm covering my mouth
And I paint you on the wall
Yellow, red, green and brown
I miss you all the time but I'm blocking it out
Are you better? No, never never?
What does that say about me?
Now let's break the smoke alarm
To see how scared locked windows'll make me
So you say there's a stranger staring sideways in a deep freeze
A loner draped in ivy playing slumlord in his city dream
A faker with an art form pulling magic tricks on the weak girls up his sleeve
And I'm choking right along with the words in my throat
I'm falling back in love with the letter you wrote
And I think that I was wrong, but I guess I don't know
I figure that I'll wait until you tell me so
A Boy With a Coin.
A boy with a coin he found in the weeds
With bullets and pages of trade magazines
Close to a car that flipped on the turn
When God left the ground to circle the world
A girl with a bird she found in the snow
Then flew up her gown and that's how she knows
If God made her eyes for crying at birth
Then left the ground to circle the earth
A boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans
Then making a wish he tossed in the sea
Walked to a town that all of us burn
When God left the ground to circle the world
With bullets and pages of trade magazines
Close to a car that flipped on the turn
When God left the ground to circle the world
A girl with a bird she found in the snow
Then flew up her gown and that's how she knows
If God made her eyes for crying at birth
Then left the ground to circle the earth
A boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans
Then making a wish he tossed in the sea
Walked to a town that all of us burn
When God left the ground to circle the world
Friday
Sunday
Perfectly aligned sprectrum of souls.
"I am just one person, I am just me and nothing more. There is only so much a person can take, that is undeniable.
Doubt is what slowly burns a soul, the dull but persistent pain of it. It is impossible to rid yourself of it; it is the second coming of the plague within a person.
The most terrible thing is not knowing what is right. Everything shines with exact reflections of our souls and all are perfectly aligned within the color spectrum, but what if what you see isn't what is real? How can one know? The answer, I suppose, is to take the risk, to guess based on your wisest judgement, and hope,that the colors will align in my eyes as well reality."
Beautiful, these words I have found.
Doubt is what slowly burns a soul, the dull but persistent pain of it. It is impossible to rid yourself of it; it is the second coming of the plague within a person.
The most terrible thing is not knowing what is right. Everything shines with exact reflections of our souls and all are perfectly aligned within the color spectrum, but what if what you see isn't what is real? How can one know? The answer, I suppose, is to take the risk, to guess based on your wisest judgement, and hope,that the colors will align in my eyes as well reality."
Beautiful, these words I have found.
Wednesday
What do you fear?
Fear.
What do you fear?
What makes your tremble?
What gives you cause to hide or run?
Whatever it may be, face it, look at it, be fascinated by it, find its weakness, maybe become friends with it, then move on.
Fear is nothing unless you make it something.
There are no actions, just reactions.
What do you fear?
What makes your tremble?
What gives you cause to hide or run?
Whatever it may be, face it, look at it, be fascinated by it, find its weakness, maybe become friends with it, then move on.
Fear is nothing unless you make it something.
There are no actions, just reactions.
Tuesday
I'll still smile.
A prince in practice moans for the attention that he wants
but most of this town won't even dignify his ignorance with a response
left to a crowded foster home by a 15 year old mom
never been held in anyone's arms when you've never been moved its really hard to move on
A young saleswoman sets up shop when the sun sets
she'll make your wildest dreams come true at a price you wont forget
The sadly married set up alibis no harm no regret
hoping they meet an angel in bed that can wrestle the devil right out of their heads
This city runs fast, no one has time to sit with themselves,no time to look into our pain
or see the same despair in everyone else
its here, its there, its everywhere tears soak each card the dealers dealt
But time taught me how to see every second as heaven even though they're perfectly disguised as hell
And I refuse to let past bruises cover the light
it ain't all good, but its all good enough,
so I know I'm alright
agony is truth its our connection to the living I accept it as perfection and keep on existing in the now
I can only build if I tear the walls down
even if it breaks me I wont let it make me frown
I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground
I'll still smile
I can only build if I tear the walls down
even if it breaks me I wont let it make me frown
I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground
I'll still smile
...ear to ear as if that's all I'm here for
despite the wars founded by the rich, funded by the poor
kids barely 18 are dying so billionaires can make more
elsewhere hungry mothers watch their babies starve to death in a beat up shack on a dirt floor
The aged professor quotes "Freedom's without a path"
now he dresses like a widow and preaches "love is dead" in every class
But curiosity killed the cat and taught
the dog in him how to act
and it burned his bridge to Jill so he tries to drown the guilt with a bottle of Jack
Self proclaimed rebels say "We must oppose the system!"
"You gotta take a stand!" "If your not against them your with them!"
signs read "Support the troops bring em' home!" "No more innocent victims!"
but when a homeless veteran asks for spare change your to busy protesting to even listen
And I'm no different I live in conflict and contradiction but it can be so beautiful
when I don't reject what lies within
It's beautiful the way agony connects us to the living
I think of the world when I hurt, and keep on existing in the now
I can only build if I tear the walls down
even if it breaks me I wont let it make me frown
I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground
I'll still smile
I can only build if I tear the walls down
even if it breaks me I wont let it make me frown
I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground
I'll still smile.
but most of this town won't even dignify his ignorance with a response
left to a crowded foster home by a 15 year old mom
never been held in anyone's arms when you've never been moved its really hard to move on
A young saleswoman sets up shop when the sun sets
she'll make your wildest dreams come true at a price you wont forget
The sadly married set up alibis no harm no regret
hoping they meet an angel in bed that can wrestle the devil right out of their heads
This city runs fast, no one has time to sit with themselves,no time to look into our pain
or see the same despair in everyone else
its here, its there, its everywhere tears soak each card the dealers dealt
But time taught me how to see every second as heaven even though they're perfectly disguised as hell
And I refuse to let past bruises cover the light
it ain't all good, but its all good enough,
so I know I'm alright
agony is truth its our connection to the living I accept it as perfection and keep on existing in the now
I can only build if I tear the walls down
even if it breaks me I wont let it make me frown
I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground
I'll still smile
I can only build if I tear the walls down
even if it breaks me I wont let it make me frown
I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground
I'll still smile
...ear to ear as if that's all I'm here for
despite the wars founded by the rich, funded by the poor
kids barely 18 are dying so billionaires can make more
elsewhere hungry mothers watch their babies starve to death in a beat up shack on a dirt floor
The aged professor quotes "Freedom's without a path"
now he dresses like a widow and preaches "love is dead" in every class
But curiosity killed the cat and taught
the dog in him how to act
and it burned his bridge to Jill so he tries to drown the guilt with a bottle of Jack
Self proclaimed rebels say "We must oppose the system!"
"You gotta take a stand!" "If your not against them your with them!"
signs read "Support the troops bring em' home!" "No more innocent victims!"
but when a homeless veteran asks for spare change your to busy protesting to even listen
And I'm no different I live in conflict and contradiction but it can be so beautiful
when I don't reject what lies within
It's beautiful the way agony connects us to the living
I think of the world when I hurt, and keep on existing in the now
I can only build if I tear the walls down
even if it breaks me I wont let it make me frown
I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground
I'll still smile
I can only build if I tear the walls down
even if it breaks me I wont let it make me frown
I'm falling but no matter how hard I hit the ground
I'll still smile.
fuck social networking.
Facebook gives you options to categorize your friends by family, close friends, acquaintances, etc...
Spotify is just one big mystery to me.
Google+ came and went before I even bothered to figure it out.
Electronic book things are disgusting. What happened to turning your own pages that are actually made of REAL paper?
Twitter is....tolerable.
I've said it hundreds of times, but I am so tired of social networking. Yes, i know i'm blogging in a virtual world where everything gets poured into this giant soup of random information....but this right, this is semi-different but still not excusable so i am aware I'm being semi-hypocritical but really, very few people read this, no one's commenting on every word i write, no one's "liking" my writing, no one's tagging me in random shit...THANKFULLY....so, i suppose this somewhat of an exception.
Spotify is just one big mystery to me.
Google+ came and went before I even bothered to figure it out.
Electronic book things are disgusting. What happened to turning your own pages that are actually made of REAL paper?
Twitter is....tolerable.
I've said it hundreds of times, but I am so tired of social networking. Yes, i know i'm blogging in a virtual world where everything gets poured into this giant soup of random information....but this right, this is semi-different but still not excusable so i am aware I'm being semi-hypocritical but really, very few people read this, no one's commenting on every word i write, no one's "liking" my writing, no one's tagging me in random shit...THANKFULLY....so, i suppose this somewhat of an exception.
Plato's Symposium
"According to Greek mythology, humans were born with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with 2 faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives finding their other halves." - Plato's Symposium
Sunday
Proud of You.
I enjoy this a lot.
I love Drake. Since he was nothing, and now everything. If you don't like his music, at least respect him. He is great.
One.
I want it forever and I know it and you know it too. It is what people search for all their lives.
Thursday
detangle
I chose this path for myself, this one portion of my life. What's to come within? Sometimes, it frightens and I wonder if that feeling should ever be associated with it. Do I want to willingly do this to myself, regularly? I know I'm being vague and all of you haven't a clue what I'm talking about, this is for myself, for my clarity, my own words are my comb to detangle my thoughts.
What.
Will.
Happen.
I don't know.
What.
Will.
Happen.
I don't know.
Tuesday
Monday
Sunday
Failure once, never again.
Fearless; I am striving to achieve, although I am far from it.
The other day, I recalled a opportunity that I had grasped, and actively let go. It was a job. It was such a terrible idea to walk away from it. I had feared the effort I was required to put in, and now, I yearn for it. I don't like living in the past...but this, I haven't forgiven myself for yet. I can blame a couple of things for my failure in it, but ultimately, I am the one who has failed that endeavor. Let this be the last time I fail deliberately and so terribly at something, let this be the leverage i need
to never fail again.
To be grown.
Do you ever think of how odd it is to be an adult? When I converse with people, acquaintances, sort-of friends, they're also grown, perhaps slightly older than I, they're also grown and they're responding to me like an adult with adult ideas and adult words. It's quite strange. I sometimes feel as if still 13, wishing I could be in my twenties so I can be respected and listened to and now that I'm here, the feeling of being 13 is still there however, my mind is endlessly more advanced, my thought processing has elevated greatly and so has my understanding of life experiences. Although, I am aware of all this..perhaps to a degree that it makes me feel astonished at the words I speak and efficiency of my comprehension. I wonder if anyone else feels like this, I am sure many do, but do not speak of it in fear of losing respect or credibility as a grown person.
I must say, being grown is wonderful, to have this body that I can utilize, to have discovered my interests and subjects of study, to know what I like as well as dislike. It is quite magnificent, but still strange. I wonder if I will feel this way when I am older, when I settle more into the adult mentality; I probably will, I hope I will. I think losing the sense of childhood and freedom to do as you wish is essentially forgetting how to breathe.
I must say, being grown is wonderful, to have this body that I can utilize, to have discovered my interests and subjects of study, to know what I like as well as dislike. It is quite magnificent, but still strange. I wonder if I will feel this way when I am older, when I settle more into the adult mentality; I probably will, I hope I will. I think losing the sense of childhood and freedom to do as you wish is essentially forgetting how to breathe.
To be determined.
Being successful is all about forcing yourself to do things that you don't want to do. Ultimately if you continue doing things that are unpleasant, yet positive, you will condition yourself into liking them. Second piece, understand that accomplishments are based on the same principles as inertia. Start something and see.
Wednesday
Friday
To be alive...
To be alive, is the most wonderful thing. It trumps, without question, anything imaginable. To be breathe, is magnificent. To hear and see...to feel, to touch, to taste, without them, what we be? Not us, of course. Not the endlessly complex creatures we have grown to be.
We are blessed by something unknown to possess these abilities. Never, ever think less than that, otherwise, you are the farthest from living. Do all you can to be real and who you are in your dreams because really, that is the reality you belong it; your own.
We are blessed by something unknown to possess these abilities. Never, ever think less than that, otherwise, you are the farthest from living. Do all you can to be real and who you are in your dreams because really, that is the reality you belong it; your own.
Adele - Someone Like You (Live in Her Home)
Words. There are none. Beautiful.
Check out the glimpse of her bookcase and she's got Atlas Shrugged sitting behind a rubber band ball. I have gained so much respect for her.
Ayn Randians!
This place and that other place.
Trains, museums, class, work...it's all a show. All places to showcase our facets, the pieces of ourselves that we choose to accentuate and hope others notice. Is it an admirable tradition of human nature? Is it pointless? Is it worth-while? Why do we care so much of others opinions and judgments on us? Because we are people, people with minds with the ability to think. Our actions are not always justifiable, thought through, right, wrong or any of these. Sometimes, they just are.
This world of Vitamin Shoppe consisting of a handle of people, it is ours. It's small, not even a noticeable speck on the millions of microcosms that fill our world...but it exists and I am a part of it. I care for it. This little place with these walls and these 4 people, they bring forth parts of me that I never knew existed and so, I cannot fully explain to the world how wonderfully magnificent it is. I can't help but compare it to the Office. That little world of just a handful of people who sell paper, just a minuscule part of the world, they are fully immersed in something. Their lives, once joined, overlap and play incredibly crucial roles in each others lives. It is a wonderful thing that does not require words to be described. It just is.
This world of Vitamin Shoppe consisting of a handle of people, it is ours. It's small, not even a noticeable speck on the millions of microcosms that fill our world...but it exists and I am a part of it. I care for it. This little place with these walls and these 4 people, they bring forth parts of me that I never knew existed and so, I cannot fully explain to the world how wonderfully magnificent it is. I can't help but compare it to the Office. That little world of just a handful of people who sell paper, just a minuscule part of the world, they are fully immersed in something. Their lives, once joined, overlap and play incredibly crucial roles in each others lives. It is a wonderful thing that does not require words to be described. It just is.
The need to write.
It's September. It's a new month. It's a new season, new surroundings, new experiences, new atmosphere, new attire.
Today, on September 6th, it's a chilly morning. Fall, it's close and there is no strong enough power to stop it. Seasons must come, as the next second hand tick will tock. At first, Fall is always nostalgic and sweet to me, but as the colder weather hits without reservation right behind the comfortable atmosphere of Autumn...I am not as content.
I started school about a week ago. I feel a combination of anticipation, worry, excitement and denial of it having approached so quickly. This Summer has been fantastic by anyone's standards so the simple fact of it passing remarkably fast was quite expected.
My bike has become my transportation to work on the weekends to both save money and get some exercise that involves me being outside rather than my kitchen.
I've read some articles discussing writers' need to write in equivalence to sustenance; it's something that comforted me rather than shocked me. That overwhelming feeling of deprivation, of how that moment when the words are thought of in the most perfect of ways and how the thoughts themselves are so clear and paramount that no other thought can POSSIBLE trump its worth and state of existence, right? But of course, as the day I am respectively experiencing wears on, the thoughts diminishes and nothing is left but a vague, apparently unimportant thought that seems silly to begin with...but that's the thing, it IS important, PAST the threshold of important, it's dire and sadly enough, it has passed without any way to remember it in its original shimmer.
Unfortunately, nothing can arouse similar feelings as the ones that saturated the previous ones.
Today, on September 6th, it's a chilly morning. Fall, it's close and there is no strong enough power to stop it. Seasons must come, as the next second hand tick will tock. At first, Fall is always nostalgic and sweet to me, but as the colder weather hits without reservation right behind the comfortable atmosphere of Autumn...I am not as content.
I started school about a week ago. I feel a combination of anticipation, worry, excitement and denial of it having approached so quickly. This Summer has been fantastic by anyone's standards so the simple fact of it passing remarkably fast was quite expected.
My bike has become my transportation to work on the weekends to both save money and get some exercise that involves me being outside rather than my kitchen.
I've read some articles discussing writers' need to write in equivalence to sustenance; it's something that comforted me rather than shocked me. That overwhelming feeling of deprivation, of how that moment when the words are thought of in the most perfect of ways and how the thoughts themselves are so clear and paramount that no other thought can POSSIBLE trump its worth and state of existence, right? But of course, as the day I am respectively experiencing wears on, the thoughts diminishes and nothing is left but a vague, apparently unimportant thought that seems silly to begin with...but that's the thing, it IS important, PAST the threshold of important, it's dire and sadly enough, it has passed without any way to remember it in its original shimmer.
Unfortunately, nothing can arouse similar feelings as the ones that saturated the previous ones.
Reality.
The following is some commentary I wrote in response to an innovative psychology book. I wrote this in April of 2011 I believe.
Reading a book called Reality Therapy. It's based on a new approach to therapy, whether it be voluntary or involuntary. It's honestly brilliant.. I hate admitting that I find myself in one particular case-study discussed.. but not to the same self-destructive degree as he is described.
This boy resents his mother because she spends all her time with her boyfriend and not where she should, with her young troubled son. He becomes destructive, rebellious, verbally abusive to all around him and generally quite sensitive. He lacks the ability to process and execute a response to any kind of frustration. He cannot find friends or companions because no one seeks him out because of his destructive and frankly, horrific ways so in response, he gives the impression of not having a desire to even have a friend from the beginning. The, "I don't want friends anyway, so fuck all of you" attitude. He refuses to discuss anything concrete or in relation to his situation.
The most noticeable and perhaps, the most self destructive issue
Reading a book called Reality Therapy. It's based on a new approach to therapy, whether it be voluntary or involuntary. It's honestly brilliant.. I hate admitting that I find myself in one particular case-study discussed.. but not to the same self-destructive degree as he is described.
This boy resents his mother because she spends all her time with her boyfriend and not where she should, with her young troubled son. He becomes destructive, rebellious, verbally abusive to all around him and generally quite sensitive. He lacks the ability to process and execute a response to any kind of frustration. He cannot find friends or companions because no one seeks him out because of his destructive and frankly, horrific ways so in response, he gives the impression of not having a desire to even have a friend from the beginning. The, "I don't want friends anyway, so fuck all of you" attitude. He refuses to discuss anything concrete or in relation to his situation.
The most noticeable and perhaps, the most self destructive issue
Revelation.
There are no rules to when you can do things, no one is controlling your actions but yourself, no one is creating your intentions but yourself, no one is telling you what to think but yourself. If you choose to believe and do what the ones around you are....then you've lost yourself, and you fall into the majority of people who aren't even people anymore, they're all drones, repeats, copies, clones, boring and useless. Wherever your ideas are rooted, make sure that they are your own without any skew from the external world.
Atlas.
The power had gone, and the shape it left had not been able to stand without it.
-Atlas Shrugged
-Atlas Shrugged
Sunday
Wednesday
Monday
Saturday
pepper
Different dialects of Romanian sound like people ruffling bags or a pillow fight. There's no way I can decipher THAT.
My fish Pepper died yesterday. I felt a sense of doom when I got home, I swear I did. I went straight to Pepper and there he was...motionless. I know beta fish don't last too long but I really enjoyed this one and I hoped he'd live for at least it a year. Maybe he was such a wonderful fish that the fish gods wanted him on their panel. That's the only logical reason I can think of. Yup, logical.
Moment of silence for Pepper.
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It's a beautiful day today. I cannot express how much I love the Sun and yearn for it all year around when the temperature doesn't match the brightness of it. I feel this dread and burning when I think of winter and the cold and all the shivering associated with it.
My fish Pepper died yesterday. I felt a sense of doom when I got home, I swear I did. I went straight to Pepper and there he was...motionless. I know beta fish don't last too long but I really enjoyed this one and I hoped he'd live for at least it a year. Maybe he was such a wonderful fish that the fish gods wanted him on their panel. That's the only logical reason I can think of. Yup, logical.
Moment of silence for Pepper.
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It's a beautiful day today. I cannot express how much I love the Sun and yearn for it all year around when the temperature doesn't match the brightness of it. I feel this dread and burning when I think of winter and the cold and all the shivering associated with it.
funny
Went to the gym this morning on Fresh Pond. I walk in, front desk girl is KNOCKED OUT, and that's an understatement. I mean this girl was sprawled all over her desk, hair disheveled, glasses on the floor with an alternating combo of drooling + snoring. HILARIOUS.
I go about my workout.
An hour 1/2 later....STILL KNOCKED OUT.
Funny of the day.
I go about my workout.
An hour 1/2 later....STILL KNOCKED OUT.
Funny of the day.
Friday
Monday
Tuesday
Sunday
from inside.
"I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside."
-- Rumi
-- Rumi
Wednesday
Tuesday
Monday
Sunday
Saturday
To know.
Knowing and understanding too much can ruin so much. Sometimes, I would rather be stupid. Sometimes, I would rather not like cute things and thought full crap. Sometimes, I would rather not like the color purple. But this is my peril.
The most annoying things are...
When I censor what I say, type or write.
When customers ask me if I speak Spanish, NO, do you speak English? Sorry if I'm in offending anyone but frankly...it's quite annoying.
When I already know it's no use venting about shit but I won't get any response/input/opinion so I stopped verbalizing it all together. Maybe I need a cat, at least cats meow.
Being ignored and not being able to ignore back because I just...can't.
When people talk too much.
The word "cliche"....absolutely loathe the word.
When I'm not asked or told about something that directly involves me being present or active in.
When grown people are apparently not grown people.
STUPID PEOPLE. OH MY GOD. PICK UP A BOOK.
Naivety.
When people attempt to control me.
The polar opposite.
The fact that I just deleted what I just typed.
Disney movies. I don't like them.
Cold weather.
Grown people who don't know how to do laundry, cook their own food, dress themselves properly, hold down a job or just do shit themselves.
The most annoying things are...
When I censor what I say, type or write.
When customers ask me if I speak Spanish, NO, do you speak English? Sorry if I'm in offending anyone but frankly...it's quite annoying.
When I already know it's no use venting about shit but I won't get any response/input/opinion so I stopped verbalizing it all together. Maybe I need a cat, at least cats meow.
Being ignored and not being able to ignore back because I just...can't.
When people talk too much.
The word "cliche"....absolutely loathe the word.
When I'm not asked or told about something that directly involves me being present or active in.
When grown people are apparently not grown people.
STUPID PEOPLE. OH MY GOD. PICK UP A BOOK.
Naivety.
When people attempt to control me.
The polar opposite.
The fact that I just deleted what I just typed.
Disney movies. I don't like them.
Cold weather.
Grown people who don't know how to do laundry, cook their own food, dress themselves properly, hold down a job or just do shit themselves.
Wednesday
Problems in Philosophy.
"Molyneux problem
The Molyneux problem dates back to the following question posed by William Molyneux to John Locke in the 17th century: if a man born blind, and able to distinguish by touch between a cube and a globe, were made to see, could he now tell by sight which was the cube and which the globe, before he touched them? The problem raises fundamental issues in epistemology and the philosophy of mind, and was widely discussed after Locke included it in the second edition of his Essay Concerning Human Understanding.
A similar problem was also addressed earlier in the 12th century by Ibn Tufail (Abubacer), in his philosophical novel, Hayy ibn Yaqdhan (Philosophus Autodidactus). His version of the problem, however, dealt mainly with colors rather than shapes.
Modern science may now have the tools necessary to test this problem in controlled environments. The resolution of this problem is in some sense provided by the study of human subjects who gain vision after extended congenital blindness. It does occur, but not often. One such subject took approximately a year to recognize most household objects purely by sight. This seems to indicate that this is no longer an unsolved problem in philosophy.
Pyrrhonian regress
Overlooking for a moment the complications posed by Gettier problems, philosophy has essentially continued to operate on the principle that knowledge is justified true belief. The obvious question that this definition entails is how one can know whether one's justification is sound. One must therefore provide a justification for the justification. That justification itself requires justification, and the questioning continues interminably. The conclusion is that no one can truly have knowledge of anything, since it is (due to this Pyrrhonian regress) impossible to satisfy the justification element. In practice, this has caused little concern to philosophers, since the line between a reasonably exhaustive investigation and superfluous investigation is usually clear, while others argue for coherentist systems and others still view an infinite regress as unproblematic due to recent work by Peter D. Klein. Nevertheless, the question remains theoretically interesting."
su/7t3DgW/en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_unsolved_problems_in_philosophy
^^ Read in your spare time. Brilliant.
The Molyneux problem dates back to the following question posed by William Molyneux to John Locke in the 17th century: if a man born blind, and able to distinguish by touch between a cube and a globe, were made to see, could he now tell by sight which was the cube and which the globe, before he touched them? The problem raises fundamental issues in epistemology and the philosophy of mind, and was widely discussed after Locke included it in the second edition of his Essay Concerning Human Understanding.
A similar problem was also addressed earlier in the 12th century by Ibn Tufail (Abubacer), in his philosophical novel, Hayy ibn Yaqdhan (Philosophus Autodidactus). His version of the problem, however, dealt mainly with colors rather than shapes.
Modern science may now have the tools necessary to test this problem in controlled environments. The resolution of this problem is in some sense provided by the study of human subjects who gain vision after extended congenital blindness. It does occur, but not often. One such subject took approximately a year to recognize most household objects purely by sight. This seems to indicate that this is no longer an unsolved problem in philosophy.
Pyrrhonian regress
Overlooking for a moment the complications posed by Gettier problems, philosophy has essentially continued to operate on the principle that knowledge is justified true belief. The obvious question that this definition entails is how one can know whether one's justification is sound. One must therefore provide a justification for the justification. That justification itself requires justification, and the questioning continues interminably. The conclusion is that no one can truly have knowledge of anything, since it is (due to this Pyrrhonian regress) impossible to satisfy the justification element. In practice, this has caused little concern to philosophers, since the line between a reasonably exhaustive investigation and superfluous investigation is usually clear, while others argue for coherentist systems and others still view an infinite regress as unproblematic due to recent work by Peter D. Klein. Nevertheless, the question remains theoretically interesting."
su/7t3DgW/en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_unsolved_problems_in_philosophy
^^ Read in your spare time. Brilliant.
Monday
important.
http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/beautiful-minds/201008/after-the-show-the-many-faces-the-performer
Sunday
Mothers.
If my mom were here, she'd be my best friend. She would never leave me hanging. She would talk to me and listen when I just needed an ear. She'd be beautiful. She's never ignore me. I love her and neither of us deserved to lose each other. I will never be the same because no one is like her.
Happy Mother's Day to everyone who has their mother or is a mother. Although today is just a "holiday" created by the American government to profit, it eventually became something of a higher degree of importance and meaning.
Happy Mother's Day to everyone who has their mother or is a mother. Although today is just a "holiday" created by the American government to profit, it eventually became something of a higher degree of importance and meaning.
Saturday
Two.
My father made one unspeakably huge mistake in his life. I hate saying or actually writing it. He talks about it almost every time I see him; he always tells me to not fall into the same abyss. I won't make the same mistake, I won't let myself...because if I do, it will forever compromise my happiness.
He tells me there are two decisions in life that matter, one more than the other. I will keep them to myself, guess if you want.
He tells me there are two decisions in life that matter, one more than the other. I will keep them to myself, guess if you want.
Thursday
Stupidity.
Although I love blogging, i feel like it isn't nearly as fulfilling as something hand written. The world has grown to become dependent upon social networking, texting, iming, tweeting, and updating their status and "how they're feeling" at the moment. What about picking up a pen and writing something? What about actually seeing someone rather than communication through comments of status'?
I can't stand ignorant and stupid people. My tolerance for them has gotten so low that it's gotten increasingly difficult to willingly be nice to such people. How can you waste your mind? We are blessed to be human..to have the capacity to judge and think and analyze. The brain is an incredibly resilient entity...why discard of it just as you would the peel of an orange? I cannot come to a justifiable answer; in fact, I don't think stupidity can be justified...unless it isn't optional. Most of the time it is though, and it's a terrible, terrible thing.
I can't stand ignorant and stupid people. My tolerance for them has gotten so low that it's gotten increasingly difficult to willingly be nice to such people. How can you waste your mind? We are blessed to be human..to have the capacity to judge and think and analyze. The brain is an incredibly resilient entity...why discard of it just as you would the peel of an orange? I cannot come to a justifiable answer; in fact, I don't think stupidity can be justified...unless it isn't optional. Most of the time it is though, and it's a terrible, terrible thing.
Multi-tasking theories.
Multi-tasking doesn't exist, you are only switching you attention from one thing to another very quickly. This actually affects intelligence. If you cannot concentrate on one thing for an extended period of time, your mental capacity isn't nearly to its potential.
Words worthy of awe.
It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking . . . in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet.
--Franz Kafka
Solitude can be frightening because it invites us to meet a stranger we think we may not want to know--ourselves.
--Melvyn Kinder
--Franz Kafka
Solitude can be frightening because it invites us to meet a stranger we think we may not want to know--ourselves.
--Melvyn Kinder
Ayn Rand.
Nothing...NOTHING AT ALL can ever make me un-love Ayn Rand. I agree with all of her philosophies and outlooks on her life. As I read her works, I saw my own thoughts and opinions as I followed every line.
It isn't worth writing down. If you want to pick up Atlas Shrugged and read it, by all means, I won't bother "enlightening" anyone because it'll probably be a lost cause.
Go watch "Atlas Shrugged Pt. 1" if you're lazy and want to get a general idea in regard to what she's all about.
Too bad she's deceased.
It isn't worth writing down. If you want to pick up Atlas Shrugged and read it, by all means, I won't bother "enlightening" anyone because it'll probably be a lost cause.
Go watch "Atlas Shrugged Pt. 1" if you're lazy and want to get a general idea in regard to what she's all about.
Too bad she's deceased.
Tuesday
Sunday
Thursday
Theories of maturity.
"There is no time in life at which one can say, "Now I'm completely mature; I have experienced all possible things and I know that I will respond with an intelligent judgement." Maturity is a growing process that is lifelong; each age brings new situations and new processes with which one must cope.
By definition, maturity is revealed whenever an individual uses all his resources he has to move in a direction of his full potential. In other words, the individual who is best adjusted has reached the highest level of maturity with capacity."
By definition, maturity is revealed whenever an individual uses all his resources he has to move in a direction of his full potential. In other words, the individual who is best adjusted has reached the highest level of maturity with capacity."
The RIGHT way.
I'm sharing this because probably 3 1/2 people read my blog, perhaps half-hazardly. And I doubt it would stimulate anyone's desire to exercise simply based on those numbers.
Nonetheless!
This is the true formula behind results based on a focused and clear goal.
Brilliant.
Wednesday
Tuesday
My own God.
"For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But forthose of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the tachings of the church, state and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death himself will tremble to take us."
Sunday
Goal theories.
One of the most predominant reasons why parents constantly badger their kids to stay in school and follow a solid plan is because they never had a dream or craft of their own to pursue. Or perhaps they did, but never possessed the will, perseverance or determination to follow throw, without fear of failure. That's itself is another problem; fear of failure. If you constantly have the thought of doubt overwhelming your desire to pursue something...then you've got limited yourself to three options: find another path, figure out a way to bypass the fear and focus on the goal, or just stick it out with the doubt still saturating your mind. The middle option is usually the best although it requires a higher mental capacity and tolerance for frustration and set-backs. They might discourage you temporarily, but ultimately provide you with more of a push after the negativity ceases. Essentially, it comes down to the person and how badly one desires a certain outcome.
Although some of that may have been off on a tangent, it still supports the initial argument.
In regard to deciding a path for yourself, whether it be in free lace arts or a solid 8 years of an institutionalized education, it is YOUR decision, not another's. Sometimes, parents think they know what's better for their children because they're supposedly older, wiser and more "experienced", although that's a relative term. Most of the time, this isn't true.
Yes, adolescents haven't developed their decision-making skills as well as a fully grown adult...although "adult" is also another relative term. Physiological, psychological and physical elements come into play to truly define that term. Nonetheless, the decision should be left up to the child unless their chosen path is extremely harmful physically or mentally, in which case the parents' input should be incorporated. In fact, parents' input should be added most of the time, but that's where it ceases. If their "advice" becomes more of an ultimatum or lacking options, then it loses the definition of input. Then, the parent falls into an totalitarian category which is the worst of the three types.(Totalitarian, authoritarian & permissive).
One of most common ways to get through a long term is meeting smaller goals along the way.
Although some of that may have been off on a tangent, it still supports the initial argument.
In regard to deciding a path for yourself, whether it be in free lace arts or a solid 8 years of an institutionalized education, it is YOUR decision, not another's. Sometimes, parents think they know what's better for their children because they're supposedly older, wiser and more "experienced", although that's a relative term. Most of the time, this isn't true.
Yes, adolescents haven't developed their decision-making skills as well as a fully grown adult...although "adult" is also another relative term. Physiological, psychological and physical elements come into play to truly define that term. Nonetheless, the decision should be left up to the child unless their chosen path is extremely harmful physically or mentally, in which case the parents' input should be incorporated. In fact, parents' input should be added most of the time, but that's where it ceases. If their "advice" becomes more of an ultimatum or lacking options, then it loses the definition of input. Then, the parent falls into an totalitarian category which is the worst of the three types.(Totalitarian, authoritarian & permissive).
One of most common ways to get through a long term is meeting smaller goals along the way.
Saturday
Friday
Wednesday
Something.
Read something interesting recently.
Example:
In high school, a young girl can put in hours of work to perfect the craft of cheer leading. This activity of seemingly low importance, is perhaps number one on this girl's daily list of things to do, possibly above the importance of her studies.
Years later, coming from the perspective of a grown woman, witnessing current adolescsents cheer leading in passing can provoke feelings of disgust and annoyance in regard to how useless the activity would be in adulthood. What she failed to realize is the hidden important in such activities as an adolescent; how they can potentially teach us the significance of dedication, of perseverance and most importantly, of meeting small goals to ultimately meet a bigger goal. Although cheer leading was just a phase for her, it probably led her to be a more well-rounded woman with all the useful morals instilled within her all because she was willing to dedicate hours daily to a seemingly menial activity as a teen.
It may seem as if this theory is far-fetched...but do not forget, the mind if powerful thing, it can make connections that we will never be aware of but still utilize.
I also briefly touched upon an aspect of the goal-meeting theory of humans.
We as people, cannot live without knowing something is worth it. Nonetheless, I'm fully aware that people perform certain activities out of pure enjoyment of the activity, not the goal. Let's step outside the and see this as a completely uninvolved and un-opinionated person...isn't the enjoyment DURING an activity the same as AFTER? Well, the answer is yes and no. Yes, because we were made to be selfish beings, we as intellectual and thinking being were created to benefit from our activities whether it be before or after. Also, to cover another base in this argument, even if we're performing an activity purely to benefit another, we'll still generate some sort of subconscious pleasure derived from knowing we did something for someone else. We may or may not be aware of this, and if we are, we may not always admit it just to seem pure at heart...although "pure at heart" is a relative term; it was created by Marxist and Communist-orientated people to sway the public into thinking that everything should be done selflessly. This, in essence, creates a negative connotation for individuality and the innate human-nature of obtaining something purely for ones' benefit.
As for the no, the only clear difference I see is WHEN the self-benefit actually Curr's.
Example:
In high school, a young girl can put in hours of work to perfect the craft of cheer leading. This activity of seemingly low importance, is perhaps number one on this girl's daily list of things to do, possibly above the importance of her studies.
Years later, coming from the perspective of a grown woman, witnessing current adolescsents cheer leading in passing can provoke feelings of disgust and annoyance in regard to how useless the activity would be in adulthood. What she failed to realize is the hidden important in such activities as an adolescent; how they can potentially teach us the significance of dedication, of perseverance and most importantly, of meeting small goals to ultimately meet a bigger goal. Although cheer leading was just a phase for her, it probably led her to be a more well-rounded woman with all the useful morals instilled within her all because she was willing to dedicate hours daily to a seemingly menial activity as a teen.
It may seem as if this theory is far-fetched...but do not forget, the mind if powerful thing, it can make connections that we will never be aware of but still utilize.
I also briefly touched upon an aspect of the goal-meeting theory of humans.
We as people, cannot live without knowing something is worth it. Nonetheless, I'm fully aware that people perform certain activities out of pure enjoyment of the activity, not the goal. Let's step outside the and see this as a completely uninvolved and un-opinionated person...isn't the enjoyment DURING an activity the same as AFTER? Well, the answer is yes and no. Yes, because we were made to be selfish beings, we as intellectual and thinking being were created to benefit from our activities whether it be before or after. Also, to cover another base in this argument, even if we're performing an activity purely to benefit another, we'll still generate some sort of subconscious pleasure derived from knowing we did something for someone else. We may or may not be aware of this, and if we are, we may not always admit it just to seem pure at heart...although "pure at heart" is a relative term; it was created by Marxist and Communist-orientated people to sway the public into thinking that everything should be done selflessly. This, in essence, creates a negative connotation for individuality and the innate human-nature of obtaining something purely for ones' benefit.
As for the no, the only clear difference I see is WHEN the self-benefit actually Curr's.
Sunday
Saturday
Thursday
Sunday
Bon Iver - Woods
UMMMMMM accidentally found the sample for Lost in The World by Kanye. HE SAMPLED BON IVER. Kanye, you chose well.
Resiliency.
It can't get any more real.
The magic of it is resiliency.
Love.
I've come to realize I am in love with the Sun. It shines, always. There may be clouds, rain and storms standing in its way but behind the treacherous climate...it's always there, shinning strong, and bright.
Heard: "It's a like a Rubik's cube; still whole but the parts are all mangled and disheveled. Twist it, turn it and adjust it until it's all in order. Then, all is good in the world."
The magic of it is resiliency.
Love.
I've come to realize I am in love with the Sun. It shines, always. There may be clouds, rain and storms standing in its way but behind the treacherous climate...it's always there, shinning strong, and bright.
Heard: "It's a like a Rubik's cube; still whole but the parts are all mangled and disheveled. Twist it, turn it and adjust it until it's all in order. Then, all is good in the world."
Bon Iver
Music that's beautiful without an explanation.
Listen to it and watch the video. Feel it.
I'm sorry if you're missing out.
Saturday
Beauty of life.
The only way to live is in content.
Unaffected by negativity.
People change, people become better people. I thoroughly believe in that and I've visually witnessed it myself...calling it a beautiful site is an understatement.
I feel like every motion, every moment, every sunrise, sunset, every stride, every breathe can parallel a song.
I was told I feel music as a musician does.
Everything is relative to the individual. To one, life may seem too long, to the latter, life is too short...it depends on how you approach it, your experiences, what you expose yourself to, how deeply you explore the vast and un-ventured angles of life, your openness to love, how far your willing to go for your desires.
The saddest tragedy of life is a lack of dreaming. Look within yourself, search for something, whether it be known or simply an exploration.
I've said this tens of times, but think of the moment that just passed when you read the word directly before this one, how important was that moment? Perhaps not very...but that's not the point; the moment you remember, the one that never seems to fade as a memory, those are the ones that come previously and after the seemingly useless ones...it's a process, it all builds up, then falls, then builds up to something else you'll never forget. This is the beauty of life.
The power of the things we experience is an inexplicable human event. It's quite beautiful. How we feel after experiencing something unknown to us is another miracle. After those moments, we are unable to feel anything lesser. This is the power of a life worth living. Although all my words are rarely read and by very few people, I hope someone is in agreement with me.
Unaffected by negativity.
People change, people become better people. I thoroughly believe in that and I've visually witnessed it myself...calling it a beautiful site is an understatement.
I feel like every motion, every moment, every sunrise, sunset, every stride, every breathe can parallel a song.
I was told I feel music as a musician does.
Everything is relative to the individual. To one, life may seem too long, to the latter, life is too short...it depends on how you approach it, your experiences, what you expose yourself to, how deeply you explore the vast and un-ventured angles of life, your openness to love, how far your willing to go for your desires.
The saddest tragedy of life is a lack of dreaming. Look within yourself, search for something, whether it be known or simply an exploration.
I've said this tens of times, but think of the moment that just passed when you read the word directly before this one, how important was that moment? Perhaps not very...but that's not the point; the moment you remember, the one that never seems to fade as a memory, those are the ones that come previously and after the seemingly useless ones...it's a process, it all builds up, then falls, then builds up to something else you'll never forget. This is the beauty of life.
The power of the things we experience is an inexplicable human event. It's quite beautiful. How we feel after experiencing something unknown to us is another miracle. After those moments, we are unable to feel anything lesser. This is the power of a life worth living. Although all my words are rarely read and by very few people, I hope someone is in agreement with me.
Thursday
Wednesday
shredder
I came home and found a shredder in my living room. My dad bought it for me, a little random. Why did he have to write his a message on THIS piece of paper? What kind of fucked up, sick karma, ridiculously out of this world coincidence is that?
This is the first piece of paper in shredding.
This is the first piece of paper in shredding.
Monday
Sunday
Friday
Truth.
The body is endlessly beautiful. The anatomy, the wondrous awe, the curves, the shapes, the indentations that only bring a smile to our faces, the slenderness...a creation of beauty within massive proportions.
Resiliency.
I love beautiful places.
One of the greatest activities is thinking. We are unique...because we can think.
And in result, creating seamlessly.
Resiliency.
I love beautiful places.
One of the greatest activities is thinking. We are unique...because we can think.
And in result, creating seamlessly.
Monday
Pistachios.
When I was in 8th grade, I had this friend and her name as Jessica. We made up our own written language and dialect so that no one can decipher what we 'getting across to one another. It was incredible. I wish I could remember it, it made me hate Junior High slightly less.
I'm sorry if you don't like that my coffee cups don't match.
Picked on in Elementary School for being awkward and talkative. Junior-High, semi-normal but still severely odd. High School, complete 180 degree turn. I'd say I took the biggest leaps from Junior to regular high school...not to say that I haven't dramatically changed from 9th grade up until now, because obviously I did, however, not NEARLY as big of a leap compared to the former. I think when I turned 19, something also struck me as a catalyst to cause an epiphany which ultimately provoked another leap. It's wonderful and I love that life does that, whether I'm conscious of it or not, whether it be sooner or later that I realize it.
God damn, I love pistachios. Who can ever eat just...one...pistachio?
I hate it when people my age have terrible vocab or grammar skills. Like...I've heard some terrible stuff, I can't even bring myself to repeat.
Sedentary life-styles are an epidemic. Fuck the fact that the French eat small portions regardless of the fact that their meals are high in fats, carbs and oils. Fuck that the Chinese eat just rice for breakfast, lunch & dinner and never get fat? They're immune to it! These elements do nothing, considering that their diet is small but concise. Fuck every other country and continent, we've got a shit-ton of crap in the food we eat. Yeah, I'm an active participant in the "unhealthy snack food club", but that doesn't mean the other 90% of my diet doesn't consist of lean meats, whole wheat fiber and greens, because it does. People have to stop going for convenience and get some of that HEALTHY GRUB. Just because you allow some indulgence, it doesn't mean you can't pack an apple instead of Ritz crackers?
Also, go outside, take a walk, buy a bike, hire a trainer or physical therapist if needed, run in place, do jumping jacks...do SOMETHING. Exercise makes you happy. And happy people like happy people.
I keep eating these pistachios like there's no tomorrow.
When I drive, I drive like a fucking Boss; especially with Chiodos blasting.
Godammit, I resent wasted days off from work. Sometimes I just sleep half day haha. I gotta stay up and do things.
I have to wake-up at 5am and I'm still here typing up things. 'Tis okay, I'm loving my pistachios.
Don't you hate when you've got a whole bag of pistachios and you find one but fail to open it because it's one of those retarded half-opened ones?
Also, I can't get the idea of the world Hypotenuse being some sort of ant-eating resembling type creature.
I'm sorry if you don't like that my coffee cups don't match.
Picked on in Elementary School for being awkward and talkative. Junior-High, semi-normal but still severely odd. High School, complete 180 degree turn. I'd say I took the biggest leaps from Junior to regular high school...not to say that I haven't dramatically changed from 9th grade up until now, because obviously I did, however, not NEARLY as big of a leap compared to the former. I think when I turned 19, something also struck me as a catalyst to cause an epiphany which ultimately provoked another leap. It's wonderful and I love that life does that, whether I'm conscious of it or not, whether it be sooner or later that I realize it.
God damn, I love pistachios. Who can ever eat just...one...pistachio?
I hate it when people my age have terrible vocab or grammar skills. Like...I've heard some terrible stuff, I can't even bring myself to repeat.
Sedentary life-styles are an epidemic. Fuck the fact that the French eat small portions regardless of the fact that their meals are high in fats, carbs and oils. Fuck that the Chinese eat just rice for breakfast, lunch & dinner and never get fat? They're immune to it! These elements do nothing, considering that their diet is small but concise. Fuck every other country and continent, we've got a shit-ton of crap in the food we eat. Yeah, I'm an active participant in the "unhealthy snack food club", but that doesn't mean the other 90% of my diet doesn't consist of lean meats, whole wheat fiber and greens, because it does. People have to stop going for convenience and get some of that HEALTHY GRUB. Just because you allow some indulgence, it doesn't mean you can't pack an apple instead of Ritz crackers?
Also, go outside, take a walk, buy a bike, hire a trainer or physical therapist if needed, run in place, do jumping jacks...do SOMETHING. Exercise makes you happy. And happy people like happy people.
I keep eating these pistachios like there's no tomorrow.
When I drive, I drive like a fucking Boss; especially with Chiodos blasting.
Godammit, I resent wasted days off from work. Sometimes I just sleep half day haha. I gotta stay up and do things.
I have to wake-up at 5am and I'm still here typing up things. 'Tis okay, I'm loving my pistachios.
Don't you hate when you've got a whole bag of pistachios and you find one but fail to open it because it's one of those retarded half-opened ones?
Also, I can't get the idea of the world Hypotenuse being some sort of ant-eating resembling type creature.
Tuesday
Monday
Coffee cups.
I thoroughly enjoy sitting comfortably in my kitchen on my wooden table and matching chairs that my dad gave me, listening to relaxing music and letting the sun shine through my windows onto the parquet floor. THIS is the feeling I wanted when I moved out, and I'm currently experiencing it. Do you know how incredible it is to be completely aware you've the reached the point you so desperately wanted to reach?
I like that my coffee cups or dishes don't match, that my broom is old and tethered, that a lot of my belongings are industrial style, that I have a slight obsession with owning over 15 towels, that I kind of wish everything were purple, that I can play all of my music anytime, that I refuse to own more than 3 unhealthy foods, everything.
I like that my coffee cups or dishes don't match, that my broom is old and tethered, that a lot of my belongings are industrial style, that I have a slight obsession with owning over 15 towels, that I kind of wish everything were purple, that I can play all of my music anytime, that I refuse to own more than 3 unhealthy foods, everything.
Elisa
I still love this dance.
I love So You Think You Can Dance. I suppose you'd call it a guilty pleasure?...although my feelings towards are nothing short of proud.
Tons of shows revamped the same idea. LAME.
Sunday
Saturday
Jack Johnson.
The piano took up the living room.
You played me Boogie Woogie.
I played you love songs.
You'd say we're playing House.
We built your ghetto way up in a tree we found.
We felt so far away, but we were still in town.
You played me Boogie Woogie.
I played you love songs.
You'd say we're playing House.
We built your ghetto way up in a tree we found.
We felt so far away, but we were still in town.
Monday
So may the sun, rise being hope where it once was forgotten.
I used to love this song to the point of not knowing what to do with myself when listening to it. It's such a melodic...beautiful...wholesome...cover.
Sunday
Saturday
Monday
Broken Social Scene - World Sick
We got a minefield of crippled affection
All for the borrowed mirror connection
That's why I'm leaving this spoken detention
I'm a romance addict so that I can confess that
I get world sick every time I take a stand
Well, I get world sick, my love is for my man
We got a lady who's wanting to dance
Men with the maybe looking for endings
I'm sick of the self-love, losing the "bless me"
The exit the roof of the rule of what we'll be
And all the destroyers that never wore dresses
They live for the older, well I'll confess this
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