I use blood and sweat to butter my bread
'cause this cold world couldn't give a fuck if I'm fed
Wednesday
Sunday
Love
the most powerful drug in the world ....
I'm thinking - partners should work together.
"Just think, Cynthia! If we work together, we could have a free, endless supply of this for life!"
"Oh Danny, you really are so smart! We'll do it! Together!"
"Oh darling, stay with me forever!"
"To the end and back again, darling!"
...
ha
I'm thinking - partners should work together.
"Just think, Cynthia! If we work together, we could have a free, endless supply of this for life!"
"Oh Danny, you really are so smart! We'll do it! Together!"
"Oh darling, stay with me forever!"
"To the end and back again, darling!"
...
ha
Wednesday
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann c.1920
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann c.1920
Sunday
pre-emptive
i had a terrible dream.
i awoke to begin crying.
i dreamt that someone close to me told me that she would die soon.
Unprepared, I grieved and grieved for what was going to come.
It scared me so much, that all my dreams and aspirations left in a heartbeat, and I soon vowed that I would spend all my remaining time with her, cherishing every moment ...
Less than half an hour later, I realized life was much longer than I could imagine.
If you spend your remaining years (as a 21 year old) with a healthy middle-aged woman, soon you will be the middle-aged woman.
I realized later truly that I needn't pre-mourn a loss of someone. The important thing to realize is that fear of death is the true enemy. Fearing a loss of someone made me drop all my hopes and dreams like I had nothing left to live for. But we have everything to live for, every day.
Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die tomorrow, for la vida son suenos, y los suenos, suenos son.
i awoke to begin crying.
i dreamt that someone close to me told me that she would die soon.
Unprepared, I grieved and grieved for what was going to come.
It scared me so much, that all my dreams and aspirations left in a heartbeat, and I soon vowed that I would spend all my remaining time with her, cherishing every moment ...
Less than half an hour later, I realized life was much longer than I could imagine.
If you spend your remaining years (as a 21 year old) with a healthy middle-aged woman, soon you will be the middle-aged woman.
I realized later truly that I needn't pre-mourn a loss of someone. The important thing to realize is that fear of death is the true enemy. Fearing a loss of someone made me drop all my hopes and dreams like I had nothing left to live for. But we have everything to live for, every day.
Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die tomorrow, for la vida son suenos, y los suenos, suenos son.
Wednesday
10 Easy Steps (to Happiness)
- Watch the sunset.
- Meditate with someone you trust.
- Walk in the woods.
- Breathe. Deep gulps into your belly.
- Drink water.
- Treat yourself to a good book. (Find somewhere quiet to read)
- Spend time with someone young.
- Spend time with someone old.
- Remember that everyone has something to teach.
- Explore. Even if it's your own backyard.
Sunday
F(alse) E(vidence) A(ppearing) R(eal)
Imagine life as a game in which you
are juggling five balls in the air.
You name them:
- work, family, health, friends & spirit -
and you're keeping all of these in the air.
You will soon understand
that work is a rubber ball.
If you drop it, it will bounce back.
But the other four balls
- family, health, friends & spirit-
are made of glass.
If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed,
marked, nicked, damaged, or even shattered.
They will never be the same.
You must understand that and strive for balance in your life.
-unknown-
Wednesday
Sunday
cogito, ergo sum
ceasing to think i cease to be
eliminated;
you, and me we are the only ones left.
i exist in your observation. you cease to think, cease to exist
i an empty shell traverses
mindlessly
eliminated;
you, and me we are the only ones left.
i exist in your observation. you cease to think, cease to exist
i an empty shell traverses
mindlessly
Wednesday
one year ago ...
I can’t bring myself to write what you wanna hear
all I got is these tired eyes waiting for a tick of time that says
it’s too late. Fate will mistake my fear for sheer brevity and
wit, I’ll pull through quick as tape wrapped tight on
Christmas presents wrapped on Christmas eve night -
I just can’t write these lies I wanna believe
this other set of one thousand words of pure deeds
and five hundred words of commitment and save the world
I know that’s me, but it’s not
It’s not me. My belly’s full of hypocrisy
I melt with delight every night I suck that delicious sin in
and you know it. Shit.
I’ll save those beings who deserve to live,
like me they deserve to see and give life and be but
we’re all just seeds in this field of living
and what’s one more life when it’s giving to me
pleasure together we live on as one
and I really don’t see it as sin that I’ve done
But turn it around and pin me to the ground
Would I die for you? Would you shock me into a painful
lapse and carve me into a delicious snack of sin
that really doesn’t taste good within when you begin to
realise those nutrients helping you see with those eyes
were once mine, when I could see, from when I still
believed in these deeds of eliminating one creature at a
time for satisfaction of being my meal of a moment
I don’t think so.
So?
Can I push a couple decades of habit aside
So another city of starving can survive?
So our planet can stop choking itself?
So my body can start enjoying its wealth?
Can I shush those voices yelling inside telling me whatever
always making up lies? If I pull it together we’ll give rights
to the voiceless and maybe we’ll live on a diet
unprocessed and abolish the atrocities in our universal
unreality of people dying and politics lying and maybe
for once I won’t get sick of trying
We’ll succeed in defining the undefined
And rewinding our messed up minds
Start over in a place where all love and live
I think it starts with listening to what you‘ve given me.
School for the fool I never thought lived in me
I’m gonna write what I think cause at least it’s true.
And I’ll pull through this class of ideals no matter what I do.
Cause intents are good and this one’s for you
The breathing and the being
The devoted and loved
The ones who live simply
And the ones
who keep me warm at night
on a diet of delight and sin and
FUCK here I go again
I don’t know what’s happening to me I swear
I love the bees who make sweet honey and the rice patties
that fill my hungry soul all whole and pure and why
must I
eat only when others die?
all I got is these tired eyes waiting for a tick of time that says
it’s too late. Fate will mistake my fear for sheer brevity and
wit, I’ll pull through quick as tape wrapped tight on
Christmas presents wrapped on Christmas eve night -
I just can’t write these lies I wanna believe
this other set of one thousand words of pure deeds
and five hundred words of commitment and save the world
I know that’s me, but it’s not
It’s not me. My belly’s full of hypocrisy
I melt with delight every night I suck that delicious sin in
and you know it. Shit.
I’ll save those beings who deserve to live,
like me they deserve to see and give life and be but
we’re all just seeds in this field of living
and what’s one more life when it’s giving to me
pleasure together we live on as one
and I really don’t see it as sin that I’ve done
But turn it around and pin me to the ground
Would I die for you? Would you shock me into a painful
lapse and carve me into a delicious snack of sin
that really doesn’t taste good within when you begin to
realise those nutrients helping you see with those eyes
were once mine, when I could see, from when I still
believed in these deeds of eliminating one creature at a
time for satisfaction of being my meal of a moment
I don’t think so.
So?
Can I push a couple decades of habit aside
So another city of starving can survive?
So our planet can stop choking itself?
So my body can start enjoying its wealth?
Can I shush those voices yelling inside telling me whatever
always making up lies? If I pull it together we’ll give rights
to the voiceless and maybe we’ll live on a diet
unprocessed and abolish the atrocities in our universal
unreality of people dying and politics lying and maybe
for once I won’t get sick of trying
We’ll succeed in defining the undefined
And rewinding our messed up minds
Start over in a place where all love and live
I think it starts with listening to what you‘ve given me.
School for the fool I never thought lived in me
I’m gonna write what I think cause at least it’s true.
And I’ll pull through this class of ideals no matter what I do.
Cause intents are good and this one’s for you
The breathing and the being
The devoted and loved
The ones who live simply
And the ones
who keep me warm at night
on a diet of delight and sin and
FUCK here I go again
I don’t know what’s happening to me I swear
I love the bees who make sweet honey and the rice patties
that fill my hungry soul all whole and pure and why
must I
eat only when others die?
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