another from June 2007.
life is not a series of moments, as most believe them to be.
it is a series of adventures, and each adventure builds up, more and more, leading to the greatest adventure of all. some of these adventures are happy, some sad, some unusual, some mundane, but they exist as episodes that can be viewed upon as true experience. and each of these smaller adventures, leading to the destination are what life really is, what life really means.
the journey is the destination. and adventures all the way.
"Never fear quarrels, but seek adventures." seek that which is the meaning of life. the journey. everyone's life, no matter how dull or exciting, has the same ultimate adventure in the end, but we can enjoy the pre-show. live the pre-show.
we cannot live our lives passively and expect to be taken along on the road less traveled. we cannot live our lives assuming that everything is understood. and we cannot live our lives with regret.
i am saying "live our lives" as in the fullest extent, the best possible way for each of us on our individual paths in life. it isn't easy, it isn't always pretty, but it is so much more satisfying when the road we choose through thought and honest philosophy, the truths that we as individuals hold and not what we are told, help us discover what we never thought possible. there will always be dull moments, there will always be unhappy times, there will always be things we wished we had/hadn't done/said/thought, but we can be more content and more alive with the knowledge that we know ourselves.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
worthy
also from june, 2007.
random ideas, random thoughts, and i can't get them all to mean anything that i want them to. i type because it's better for me, i can take my time and not waste other peoples', i can write what i cannot seem to get my mouth to say.
on a totally different note, i want everyone to know that i am worth it. maybe i didn't think i was at one time, but i do now. i won't settle for second fiddle. i am not the backup plan, or plan c for when the backup fails, i am not the cavalry, i am not the reinforcements, i am not the mother, i am not the shrink, i am not the dregs of the coffeepot, i am not that one tiny piece of cake left. i am worth being the first thought in someone's mind when they wake up. i am worth someone leaving their comfort zone to talk to me, to get to know me, to fall for me. i am worth losing a little bit of "coolness" to hang out with me. i am worth some sacrifice. i am worth someone wanting to talk to me for hours, and missing me when i'm not there. i am worth thunderbolts and chills, fireworks and melts. i am worth a partnership, an equal partnership. i am worth finding that someone, and feeling the same way about them as they do me. most importantly, i am worth that.
see what happens when i can write.
random ideas, random thoughts, and i can't get them all to mean anything that i want them to. i type because it's better for me, i can take my time and not waste other peoples', i can write what i cannot seem to get my mouth to say.
on a totally different note, i want everyone to know that i am worth it. maybe i didn't think i was at one time, but i do now. i won't settle for second fiddle. i am not the backup plan, or plan c for when the backup fails, i am not the cavalry, i am not the reinforcements, i am not the mother, i am not the shrink, i am not the dregs of the coffeepot, i am not that one tiny piece of cake left. i am worth being the first thought in someone's mind when they wake up. i am worth someone leaving their comfort zone to talk to me, to get to know me, to fall for me. i am worth losing a little bit of "coolness" to hang out with me. i am worth some sacrifice. i am worth someone wanting to talk to me for hours, and missing me when i'm not there. i am worth thunderbolts and chills, fireworks and melts. i am worth a partnership, an equal partnership. i am worth finding that someone, and feeling the same way about them as they do me. most importantly, i am worth that.
see what happens when i can write.
break on through
this is one from June, 2007.
someone asked me a question today. they meant it to be demeaning, belittling. but it didn't work. it got me to thinking.
"what is the inside of your mind like, woman?"
well, i'll tell you.
my mind is a mix. a mix of 1970 hawaii and 1870 antebellum south. of women's suffrage movement and the movement of tectonic plates. of crusades and inquisitions. of feudal japan and the futility of repression. of stone age and rock'n'roll. of paperweights and featherweights. spies and assassins. whiskey and vodka. cops and robbers. night and day.
my mind is the playing ground. a playing ground for a liberal, a moderate, a redneck, a hippie, an activist, an artist. a little old lady, a shy little girl. a rock star, a fallen star, a star getting her life back together. rehab is in style, you know.
my mind is about everything, and nothing at all. wise people know that they know nothing at all. semantics. philosophies. expositions. internalizations. externalizations. eternally.
my mind is infinity. and outside the capabilities of definitions.
someone asked me a question today. they meant it to be demeaning, belittling. but it didn't work. it got me to thinking.
"what is the inside of your mind like, woman?"
well, i'll tell you.
my mind is a mix. a mix of 1970 hawaii and 1870 antebellum south. of women's suffrage movement and the movement of tectonic plates. of crusades and inquisitions. of feudal japan and the futility of repression. of stone age and rock'n'roll. of paperweights and featherweights. spies and assassins. whiskey and vodka. cops and robbers. night and day.
my mind is the playing ground. a playing ground for a liberal, a moderate, a redneck, a hippie, an activist, an artist. a little old lady, a shy little girl. a rock star, a fallen star, a star getting her life back together. rehab is in style, you know.
my mind is about everything, and nothing at all. wise people know that they know nothing at all. semantics. philosophies. expositions. internalizations. externalizations. eternally.
my mind is infinity. and outside the capabilities of definitions.
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