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Chosen for you
Stay positive twenty-four seven Brush your teeth in case you stay a while Respect the law, follow the rules, society is king Pick a religion; freethinking is frown upon Show a smile, apologize for your biological mess You did not ask, you had no clue, but now you’re here, be thankful for food, family, friends, and the roof over your head; you had no plans but it was all set, lucky you wipe off your tears ‘cause god forbid you look sad over pondering of what makes sense, what’s best for you ‘cause one lifetime isn’t all good If you didn’t follow all the rules you must do good or…
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Rambling in no particular order
Once I close that notebook and force the fat messy sharpie down the spiral binding, my brain understands that the day is over. And it rejoices. It is, indeed, a good feeling knowing you finished one or two tasks, when you’ve been so “ADD.” Even when knowing you’ll have to do it all over again tomorrow, the end of a day is an escape our brain needs and deserves. My question is: does it ever really feel complete? It may feel like a life sentence if you hate what you do. That’s a good question: are you truly happy with the job you do for a living? I think a lot…
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Fantasy vs Reality: an Unsolved Mystery
Fantasy is often better than reality. In the real world, you have to face your truths, or the potential consequences if you don’t follow the “rules.” And there’s no way around it, to escape it, in the real world — other than [morbid drums] death. Nostalgia might be a “seductive liar,” but at least it makes sense why we keep going back that way, revisiting happy moments we once lived. It’s easier and better to live there. And a lot of times I find myself saying, yeah but you can’t stay in the past, with so much longing and reminiscing when there’s so much present living to do, which is…
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Attachment at First Sight
I think love is bullsh*t. Once upon a time, I wrote a phrase that it’s now floating around somewhere in the Twitterverse, and on the site, and it essentially said not to write your life plans with champagne hangs. Well, here I am today, literally champagning my way through. I am champagne-saturated still from the New Year phase (such a twisted phase), telling you something that you probably already know anyways: and that is…LOVE is overrated. Okay, fine; it’s sweet and cute and the whole Disney’ed yards. But to quote our Sex & the City’s gal, Samantha Jones, “This love stuff is a motherphucker!” I have questions. Why does it…
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Life is an Adventure
This is part of an old poem I wrote about our journey in life: Far Away, and I thought I’d try something new with it, which is the video below (in honor of modern times). So if you want to go far away where nobody knows your name, DO IT. Don’t be afraid. 🙂
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Lessons Collected Gone Unlearned
No fall air was cool enough. No comfort found in words. Every little sound in the soulless night was a sinking hole. But their words… those words against the screen screamed like deep red blood. Seen by the blind, a voice heard by the deaf, mind read by the nescient. A nonexistent heart beat that could be found without a stethoscope. Disregard. Betrayal. Egotism. Use… All of the above. The kind of feeling no mortal should ever have to experience. How do I know? I’ve lived long enough. Rubbed all in your face when you’ve been nothing but kind, careful with your own words, hoping to kill not even a…
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Patterns – You Go!
From the obvious observations diaries, I present to you this tiny piece. When the tide is high, you surf When the current’s low, you swim When the tea is poured, you drink When the bills are due, you pay When the food is served, you eat When your feet are tired, you sit When the feeling’s strong, you love When inspiration strikes, you create When the music is good, you dance When the going gets tough, you vent When life lessons speak, you learn When opportunity knocks, you open When your time comes, you GO. There’s a pattern to everything, whether human-made or by nature. And since I know how…
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Who TF Wants to Be Depressed? Lifing 101
While searching for inspiration, I came across a million great writing prompts. One of them, though, said: “Write about happiness.” I rolled my eyes. To be more accurate, that Robert Downey Jr. meme? That was me…for a good ten seconds. The truth is everyone wants to be happy. I mean, who TF wants to be all depressed? Come on! That’s life-ing 101. If you search the tag, it is probably one of the most popular posts on social media: #happiness. That’s because, again, everyone wants to be happy! Here’s the thing, you just CAN’T write about what happiness means to 7.7 billion humans. And, you certainly can’t tell someone to…
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What Makes Life Livable
We’re all out here playing psychiatrists and philosophers and wizards and astronomers; telling one another how to best live life or what the secret to happiness is, when we don’t know jack about it and common sense can’t save us anymore. But I guess that’s what makes life a little more bearable, right? The little stories that go around. Perhaps, there’s hope in the words of a stranger who maybe lived to tell the story that would finally give your soul a little comfort, a little peace. The circle of life is… something, isn’t?
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One Minute to Midnight
Appreciated, discriminated Fascinated, aggravated Infatuated, humiliated Motivated, devastated; Words can’t express How much, the distress Feelings you can’t undress Become a bigger mess And I feel, and they feel The struggle, so real Don’t know how to deal Much less, how to heal A rock and a hard place; A slap on the face; A wild goose chase; An eternal rat race. No finish-line in sight Luck is a tough fight; One minute to midnight And all could be alright They’re not impressed? Keep doing your best Don’t sleep on it, but rest You will pass this test.
