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| this isn't much of a post.
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| ahh yes too unsung are the glories of keeping company with a kickball whilst exploring target. too unsung...
and yes the melting popsicle incident shall be forever emblazoned in memories of all involved, i'm sure.
forgive my mercurial vocabulary.
yes is such a postive word... not just positive, but hopeful and forgiving. everyone should use it more.
sorry this is a crappy post. i'm so burned out... | | |
| our moments are leaves
descending from vast branches
only briefly held
i need to travel. it is a characteristic trait of geminis (may 21-June 20). if anyone has a great quest to undertake and he/she needs qualified individuals to join the party, call me up.
i hate it when people misuse "they" as a singular pronoun. call me a dork.
and yes, i wrote the delicious cerebral fodder at the top. | | |
| i have a hard time feeling uninhibited. well, i take that back. it depends.
i was going to start this post by saying that i was listening to some vanosdols music today and i got to pondering what the lyrics mean. then i thought it was kind of odd that i had to ponder, since i was the one who wrote them in the first place. i thought of how a lot of times i say things that might mislead people into thinking i feel a certain way, when i haven't actually formed an opinion at all. i'm just talking. or singing meaningless lyrics, whatever the case may be.
but i didn't start this post that way. i didn't because i don't want people to think i just sit around and listen to my own music and swoon at my greatness. i don't. i figured people would read the first sentence and stop, turned off by my (misperceived) arrogance.
too many people don't listen. they stop listening when they think they know what you are going to say. they stop listening when they have formed an opinion and are no longer interested. they are impatient and narrow-minded. i am too. i try not to be, though.
not to change the subject, but john's here. | | |
| do you ever get discouraged?
do you ever contemplate how impossibly hard it is to stand out? you're probably never going to set a record or invent something that changes anyone's life; none of us will. and even if you do, no one will know your name.
you might find comfort in your friends and loved ones, but what insurance do they offer? they won't be there forever. besides, basing your happiness on other people is effectively relinquishing control to them.
most of us submit to mediocrity. and reasonably willingly, too. we go to mediocre schools and get mediocre grades and make mediocre friends, just to find mediocre jobs and mediocre families that we can talk about with other mediocre people at mediocre parties. careers that don't directly influence anyone. dysfunctional families of those disillusioned by insurmountable mediocrity. entire lives that are inconsequential. possibly even regrettable.
so what solace can be found in everyday life? hope. retention of minor victories, minor moments, memories. pushing yourself for your own satisfaction, helping people, learning, finding your own happiness. living and loving, for its own sake.
and pictures like this:
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