Monday, February 22, 2010

I'll always see in mountains silent grandeur
and do not ask about their whence or why.
When Nature, from herself, created nature,
she made this globe complete and perfect.

Goethe's Faust

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Today I cried.

I copied this from a friend. She always happens to have the words, including the ones that hurt me the deepest.

"It's humiliating and hard to be human."

I heard this from a motivational speaker earlier tonight, and I immediately copied it down in my notebook.
See, I am human (obviously), and I am painfully aware of that fact.
I am aware of it every time I study for a test and barely pass (or don't pass at all).
I am aware of it every time I lose my temper with someone cause deep down I'm frustrated with myself.
I am aware of it every time I ignore my problems, only to find they have increased.
I am aware of it every time I sit down to write and cannot express myself.
I am aware of it every time I cry.
I am aware of it every time I forget myself.
I am aware of it every time I think maybe I can handle this life on my own.
I am aware of it every time I forget other people are humans too.
I am aware of it every time I can't get out of bed because the world is full of opportunities to fail.
Here's to being human. At least it won't last forever.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Friday, February 5, 2010

Today the sky cries.

Hereby it is manifest, that during the time men live without a common power to keep them in awe, they are in that condition which is called war; and such a war, is of every man, against every man...

Thomas Hobbes: Leviathan

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Miguel de Cervantes once wrote the words "I was born free, and I chose the solitude of the fields so I could live free. I find my friends among the trees in these mountains; the clear waters of these streams are my mirrors; I share my thoughts with the trees and the streams, as I share my beauty with them. "

I don't profess to know anything, nor can I promise that I won't love you but you should know now. I'm not perfect, nor do I have the perfect words. I write to figure it out with you. We're in this together.
I think we try to be noticed because that means we are alive. Living and breathing, having someone care. No, you won't always find that but you can always give it. Notice others, give them life.