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ConstellationsEvery night it was the same; they would lay a towel large enough for the two of them in the backyard, turn off all of the lights and lie down just in time to see the sunset and the stars rise.
Every night he would turn to her, point out a different constellation and tell her the story or legend behind each one. In turn she pointed out unidentified constellations where the stars resembled shapes of events that happened in their past.
Every night they found old, and new, constellations.
CalculationsFor him, everything was carefully calculated. The amount of steps he took to get to class maintained a constant count, and the amount of time allotted for homework was exactly 3 hours, 2 minutes and 29 seconds everyday.
When he attended football games, he predicted exactly where the ball would land before it even peaked. While everyone cheered because of an out for the other team, he sat still as though it were just another moment in life.
For him, all of life was precise to the finest detail.
Even in love, he moved as though every move and detail had a number or letter attached to it.
With You"Every time there's a hypothetical situation, you create a new parallel world. For example, we're at the stop light right now, but in another we could be past it, approaching it, or not even on the road.
"In one world you're driving and I'm a girl, or you're a guy in the passenger seat, or we're both girls or both guys and we're both driving our own trucks." He turned the wheel and accelerated as the light switched to green.
Yeah... and in another world we're together, she thought as conversation fell silent on the highway.
Last OneHe turned to her and asked, "Would you be mine if I were the last guy on Earth?" She thought for a moment before she replied.
"No, you're way before that."
The Corner of First and MainIf you walk down the street one day, and go to the corner of First and Main, you'll find a homeless man sitting against the building with his hands cupped in front of his bent legs as though asking for loose change.
A penny, a nickel, he won't take those. No, not even the quarter or dollar bill that you found three blocks away on your way to work. If you try to hand him those he'll shake his head and say, "I won't take your money, but I'll take your beliefs. What's life to you? What's important, and what's not? I have a question for you, one dressed in a suit. Which is more important, your love or your job? Of two important values, which do you value more: the money that keeps your life steady, or the love that moves it along?"
While pondering that thought he smiles and says, "It's not an answer you'll find right away. This is the kind of question you have to wait for it to come true. Only then will you find what you'll really do."
The twenty that you were saving for that daily morning
Wishful Thinking.There are days her eyes droop and she looks at the ground as he whispers in her ear. "It'll be better in time." And strokes her hair as though all the hurt would simply disappear.
There are days her keyboard stares back at her while a friend talks to her over instant messaging. "This will all be easier in time." In the end, they both know it simply might not.
Then there are days that follow each other, where smiles and laughter are all that she's surrounded by.
And there are days that she wishes he could do the same for days at a time.
Clock IIThere's a clock that sits on the wall, the numbers clear from miles away, the steady ticking sounds audible in even a train crash right next to it.
It's a difficult thing for anyone to ignore, but somehow you're doing an incredibly revolutionary job of avoiding the clock every day.
ClockThe clock on that wall on the other side of the room ticks in my ear, and it's just a constant reminder that the end is just another second closer to arriving. Yet you stand there with oblivion surrounding you, unaware of the impending end.
Maybe you can't hear the clock, and that may as well be my fault for I've never told you that it's mounted on that wall for as long as anyone can remember. On the same argument, maybe it's also your fault for you've never taken the time to consider the existence of the clock that ticks on the other side of the room.
But maybe being aware of the clock just makes all of our problems known.
Sense of SmellWhenever she slid into the bed at one in the morning, he knew she had been on the rooftop; he could smell the night sky on her skin, and the nicotine on her lips. He knew when she snuck out to the library; the smell of slowly molding papers and aged pages stuck on her skin and clothes.
When he caught the smells of packaged microwave popcorn, fresh nail polish, and romantic movies, he knew she had been lazing at a friend's house for the day. Sometimes she came home with floral scents as attachments, and he knew that she had spent an hour too long in the garden section of Wal-Mart again.
She smelled of varying things, from the night to the flowers; her taste, however, remained the same. It would always be her, the nicotine, and the blankets beneath them.
The Laws of ForgettingIt gets better, I say, when someone has lost someone, because it does. You know, I’ve realized that when you lose someone it’s not always their death that’s making you sad. It’s yourself. You make yourself guilty. You feel that if you don’t cry enough for them, don’t die enough for them, don’t feel sad enough for them, that you are a bad person. You don’t want to let go of your sadness, because you’re afraid if you let go of your sadness you will be letting go of them as well. There’s a point where you have to realize that not being sad about them is the greatest thing you can do for them, because dying for someone is not the best thing you can do. Living for someone is. They’re fine if you forget them slowly, as you are bound to eventually. And I’m not telling you that you should never cry, and that you should be happy the second they’re gone. It doesn’t work like that. I know. You should cry, a
I've never read the book but I've lived the storyThe idea of being an adult,
what I call "the Illusion of Maturity"
was thought to personify moral values.
It seemed to make people ignorant,
stubborn and even a little childish.
Morals did not make the world any better.
Now we believe the illusion of being immature
because we're all afraid of growing up to fast;
I think that we possess knowledge beyond our years and
we're not acting our age so to cope with it.
InflationHow can a part of spacetime
to expand faster
than light can travel?
...unfolding a new universe
out of a small dot of
the big nothingness
like a blossom...
How can something
become so big
in such a small amount of time?
TraditionWhile tradition may be considered important by many, I believe that tradition has lately been put into so much importance, that it becomes more important that morality. Spanish bullfighting is much worse that most other types of animal abuse that could get one in jail. However since it is such a long tradition, it was able to buy a plot of land from the government to put and arena on. Hazing is even worse. It is often clearly physical abuse, but government run universities still support it. What makes us so willing go so far to keep tradition though. What is it about a ceremony that seems to have no real benefit to society, that makes us do anything to keep it.
I think that it is not the actual ceremony that we are disparate to keep. I think that unconsciously, the ritual is representative of our current way of life, and we believe that without it, more important things will change. I can understand this mindset very well. Change often can be scary, and can actually have negative affec
Majestic Buddha of the DhammaThe Buddha waits for all
who seek His teachings.
For it is the Buddha who
brings glad tiding to us
His is the wisdom that shows
us how to live a better life
The Buddha is the messenger
of Nibbana. Nibbana is the
final stop for all existance.
Let us be grateful that we
have the Buddha. For He is
the founder of Buddhism.
The time travelerAnd he thought
"History may be
So let's go
into the ocean
of unknown dimensions..."
Where is he
when he was
Is he there
in the future?
Has this place
or even a past?
Travel across the galaxy,
travel across the time...
Where was he
when he was
And in the end
the time traveler said:
is a dangerous place!"
Beyond personalityLife is not a personality development program. It is a planned attempt to develop our soul. Make peace with your personality. It is not the most important part of you. That is the soul. It is the only thing in you that is not temporary, and the thing you get to take forward, along with your karma. So, don't get carried away by your personality. Or anybody else's, it is not who they really are. When you are able to see through your own personality, you are then able see people for who they are, beyond what they project. When you find the courage to be who you are, you allow others to do the same. When you end the personality game, you free yourself first.
Do you manage to bring your soul, your heart into your personality, and everything you do? Do you do things lovingly? Then it is worthwhile to have whatever personality you have.
People who think they have a great personality, turn the facade into a prison. They just might be flamboyant, bold, or talkative, and some often end up as obn
65. HorrorWith a title of "Horror," you would expect me to write something of sterotypical horror; the gore and violence, or even zombies or ghosts, that the population's mind is predominantly set to when they hear "horror."
No, its none of those, I'm sorry to say; but I shall speak of the horror of loneliness surrounding you, while the world around you binds together.
How would that be, for horror in life? How often do we come along loneliness and take it with much disdain? More than we encounter zombies I should think.
Some are taken by this horror much more than others; and I for one start to wonder what happens later on down the road if they let it affect them. I always wonder what happens: do they continue to live by themselves in this world, or do they eventually grow out of it, and move on from the past?
It scares me sometimes, to realize that some of the people close to me, are haunted by this everyday of their lives, having to live in their own world, alone.
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