Had a minimum of three words on this list. Time to speak intelligently.
The New PostSecret Book
11 years ago
Ponder
Certain situations are made for thinking. Some more suited than others. Cascading water, a fresh rainfall or warm shower is terrific. The rhythmic pounding of droplets against bare skin tunes you. Washing the body while flooding the mind. Thoughts flow.
A thinking cap may be sitting on the pot. Maybe long drives. Silently laying in the grass. Reading. Each one, the mind is the focus. Physical requirements are low, extremities at a rest synapses are firing.
Whatever it might be the search for a way to ponder is half the journey. To find a place where muscles are turned off the thought throttle is at full. Once it's found the mind syncs with the body and the spirit roams free. That moment is golden.
You simply float.
A thinking cap may be sitting on the pot. Maybe long drives. Silently laying in the grass. Reading. Each one, the mind is the focus. Physical requirements are low, extremities at a rest synapses are firing.
Whatever it might be the search for a way to ponder is half the journey. To find a place where muscles are turned off the thought throttle is at full. Once it's found the mind syncs with the body and the spirit roams free. That moment is golden.
You simply float.
Simmer
Patience, it has been said, is a virtue.
The ability to wait. Detachment from desire, from a pressing interest to have results. An overarching disinterest in having an answer to your questions.
A virtue. An admirable quality. How is a lack of passion for life a desirable quality? When was a consensus reached that society should value the emotionally detached. Is a distaste for others love for us next?
I can be patient. I can wait for results, until they suddenly present themselves. Can, but rarely will. I've reserved myself to quiet anticipation. Silent turmoil.
I want this resolved, and there is not a thing to be done until Friday. Until then, I'll be here, internal, a maelstrom.
The ability to wait. Detachment from desire, from a pressing interest to have results. An overarching disinterest in having an answer to your questions.
A virtue. An admirable quality. How is a lack of passion for life a desirable quality? When was a consensus reached that society should value the emotionally detached. Is a distaste for others love for us next?
I can be patient. I can wait for results, until they suddenly present themselves. Can, but rarely will. I've reserved myself to quiet anticipation. Silent turmoil.
I want this resolved, and there is not a thing to be done until Friday. Until then, I'll be here, internal, a maelstrom.
Get a job, man
Being money driven can be a dangerous thing. Such a monetary object doesn't last forever. He who has the most toys, dies surrounded by expensive shit.
Friends. Family. Wisdom. This is where values lies, where a man's worth can be measured. Time is the currency we should save, should invest in.
My accounts are diversified, stable, and well funded. Splurge on me, and I'll write you a fat check.
Friends. Family. Wisdom. This is where values lies, where a man's worth can be measured. Time is the currency we should save, should invest in.
My accounts are diversified, stable, and well funded. Splurge on me, and I'll write you a fat check.
Power Hour
Can something profound be written in 7 minutes?
If these walls would speak, they would not. Silent observers from day one, how might the surroundings of a room suddenly encapsulate all they have seen. No one word, nor novel might paint the pictures of all that has been.
What of humans then, who've been here for so many years. Surely more mobile then the walls, that which keeps out the cold. How can one individual, describe all that has been witnessed, lived, experienced? Is living enough?
Can something profound be written?
If these walls would speak, they would not. Silent observers from day one, how might the surroundings of a room suddenly encapsulate all they have seen. No one word, nor novel might paint the pictures of all that has been.
What of humans then, who've been here for so many years. Surely more mobile then the walls, that which keeps out the cold. How can one individual, describe all that has been witnessed, lived, experienced? Is living enough?
Can something profound be written?
Precipitation
Rain is perfection. An automatic feeling of dreary and darkness. A distinct smell, a powerful cleansing thing.
When the rain comes, there is a choice to be made. Stay in, waste the day away, and enjoy the calm? Or walk into the din, get soaked to the bone. Wash the soul clean of dirt and dust.
Snow, is too cheery. Flighty, in a sense. Snow does not know what sort of mood it wants to create. On a warm day, it would be the hard sell of rain. Today, it's a cold, wistful fluttering. Sun reflects, bringing brightness to the day, not the cool dull colors that accompany rain. Colors are not washed away, they are highlighted, enhanced.
On days like today, I shut the blinds, and turn out the lights. Hoping, that someday soon, the day will warm, and the sky will fall heavy again, it's anger and passion dousing my mood.
When the rain comes, there is a choice to be made. Stay in, waste the day away, and enjoy the calm? Or walk into the din, get soaked to the bone. Wash the soul clean of dirt and dust.
Snow, is too cheery. Flighty, in a sense. Snow does not know what sort of mood it wants to create. On a warm day, it would be the hard sell of rain. Today, it's a cold, wistful fluttering. Sun reflects, bringing brightness to the day, not the cool dull colors that accompany rain. Colors are not washed away, they are highlighted, enhanced.
On days like today, I shut the blinds, and turn out the lights. Hoping, that someday soon, the day will warm, and the sky will fall heavy again, it's anger and passion dousing my mood.
Die young and save yourself
I have a lot of notebooks.
Moleskine brand mostly. My current total, is 6.
I've been neglecting them. The first one, I've had for nearly 4 years, and I'm not even a tenth of the way into it.
It's served many functions. Notes, musings, sketches. Not ever one thing for long. Yet, it's growing. It's become an outlet. Things I find too deep to blog about, too silly, they go there. I write daily now.
Poetry is making a return to. Seems in the past, I would write in hopes people might read it, a way for me to reach out. Now, it's because I have something that only translates from my mind in verse. As if my thoughts organized themselves in stanzas.
For someone who hates writing, I'm sure doing it an awful lot.
Moleskine brand mostly. My current total, is 6.
I've been neglecting them. The first one, I've had for nearly 4 years, and I'm not even a tenth of the way into it.
It's served many functions. Notes, musings, sketches. Not ever one thing for long. Yet, it's growing. It's become an outlet. Things I find too deep to blog about, too silly, they go there. I write daily now.
Poetry is making a return to. Seems in the past, I would write in hopes people might read it, a way for me to reach out. Now, it's because I have something that only translates from my mind in verse. As if my thoughts organized themselves in stanzas.
For someone who hates writing, I'm sure doing it an awful lot.
I'm gonna buy this place, and start a fire.
No man is an island.
No matter how hard you try, human contact is far to important.
As much as you can pretend you don't care what people think, there is not much else people can do for you.
So, lean.
No matter how hard you try, human contact is far to important.
As much as you can pretend you don't care what people think, there is not much else people can do for you.
So, lean.
McConnell Hall Dances-Snow Ball
Black Betty
Half the girls
The Garden
The other half of the girls
Cupid's Chokehold
The men, featuring yours truly.
Half the girls
The Garden
The other half of the girls
Cupid's Chokehold
The men, featuring yours truly.
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