Love is a shelter which must be built brick by brick to become a home and maintained each day to remain strong and serve us in old age
Time for bicep curls!
“It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things.” — ...
Yes, you were hurt. I see that. To feel hurt is to be human. But if you close yourself off from what hurts you, little by little, you will also become numb to so much of what makes it worth it to be human in the first place.
In a relationship, married or not... You should...
nathanpersuasion: Marriage. “When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead...
“Maybe they didn’t fill that void . The wrenching of the roots, the tendrils, entwined more deeply than you would have ever imagined, cultivated by the pair of your hands, nurtured with gentle whispers lasting through the night, that is what you feel when your love get torn out from you.”
“Happiness is a project. Not a gift. The attainment of happiness is your responsibility alone. Surround yourself with those who foster progress toward that goal. Help them where you can, for you may have been one of them at one point, but shrug off the dead weight of the negative. Work at being happy and it will be that much harder to lose.”
I realize that many of the thoughts I haphazardly throw out here aren’t very well composed or very composed at all. The truth is, writing here is on a whim. I do it while I’m listening to music or when I find a thought interesting. I frantically jot things down here for fear I might lose that little bubble of knowledge forever. I only regret the trains of thought I never got to...
“Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So, love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don’t. And believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it; if it changes your life, let it. Nobody said that it would be easy. They just promised it would be worth it.”
I wonder whether most authors are in it to be heard. Granted, ink on paper can be the loudest of all communication, but I wonder what writers think of the people who read their stuff. I’m not going to go into the inherent arrogance that goes into authorship right now. I don’t update this nearly enough. But I should, because I know that there is one person out there who cares about what...
only the sith deal in absolutes.
Far in the distance, Across this canyon stands you. The version of you that you could be if only you had courage. No, there’s no way around. The gap is too wide to carefully step over. A tedious crawl to the bottom and back up isn’t an option either. How do you get to yourself? You have to run. You have to have faith. You have to jump. That is the only first step.
What's your favorite food?
Fortune cookie, because most of the time it comes with nutrients for the mind: wisdom. I’ll take that over anti-oxidants any day.
Good. Better. Best.
The true author needs no name.
To anyone feeling at a loss for direction in their life, the best advice I can give is thus: Seek passion. Live passionately. Pour yourself into this endeavor and expertise as well as enjoyment shall follow. This is all that is needed for fulfillment. I’m worse than a fortune cookie.
See one. Teach one. Do one.
but what could be finer than to live by example. Be happy, my friend, for yourself, for the sake of being happy and that alone will be the greatest lesson you could hope to teach anyone.
having decided to take a slightly more deliberate approach to this writing process, I will pick a topic and hopefully try to stick to it for the entirety of the measly ten minutes I set for myself. Hopefully the tone will exhibit such a change. Instead of the loosely connected jumble of loose threads that can very liberally be called ideas, this post should take a more…tactile and more...
I’ve been contemplating inspiration sources. The need to constantly and voraciously consume all types of media in order to resew them together as some novel ideas. This stream of consciousness method of writing isn’t working because firstly, I’m not entirely sure what that means. I’m sure the title doesn’t simply refer to writing whatever comes to mind at whatever...
Einstein said that to expect different results from the same thing is called insanity. I posit, therefore, that there are many people who could be deemed legally insane in the world of relationships. For instance, when two people date, go out, they are the people they are, regardless of what you know about them; their past, etc. Thing is, once people have in their heads the kind of person they...
i don’t expect to derive any sort of crazy epiphanies from these posts. nor do i expect them to be particularly coherent. Like the rest of the posts from this site, they aren’t meant for anyone ( I don’t expect the material from them to be of particular interest at any rate) Either way, here goes. (possibly the posts from the beginning of this little exercise can serve as a...
Lets play a game
it isn’t that I don’t have the time to write. It doesn’t seem to actually involve sitting down with pen and paper anymore. It’s more of a thought polishing process that can happen at any point during the day. The trick is remembering everything. Enough of everything so that you’re able to hold on to what loose threads need to be added on to. Hence, I have made the...
Next time won't you sing with me
A is for the ANYWHERE I know we’d have fun. B’s for the BLISS we’ll be in till it’s done. C’s for the CHEERINESS you spread when you’re near and D’s for the DREARINESS you make disappear E is for the EVER that comes after for and F is FOREVER is you missed that before. G is for Gladly, ‘cause that’s how I’d do H- HOWEVER many...
Stranger on the bus
Stranger on the bus. The sudden realization of something special in the air. A momentary connection of eye contact. Like the brush of a feather on your cheek. The quick, awkward turn to your feet. Either to look away or to look at something else, you aren’t sure. You turn slowly. Carefully raising the direction of your stare, so as not to startle. The nervous, careful smile. It’s...
There is a direct correlation between the amount of interest I can find in petty things and the amount of time since I’ve eaten last.
I’m not writing this for anyone. At any rate, at this point I’m pretty sure my only followers at this point are my “wife” from a school organization and another random person anyway. Maybe people will care enough down the line when I do my part to conquer the cyber world and reach a thousand followers and check back in my archives to see just how incoherent my ramblings can...
Live each day like it’s your last? Screw that. How about live each day...– Anonymous
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Instead of waiting for the rain to pass, learn how to enjoy running in it.