Do the people around me really know who I am? Do they see my smile and assume that I am always happy? Do they realize that my smile often hides what truly is bubbling just below the surface? Do they think my quiet nature is out of fear? Or do they see the wheels turning within my mind at all times?
I am fully aware many people around me have no idea how in depth I think on certain things. Stephen Hawking is quoted as having said “quiet people have the loudest minds.” I am one of those quiet people with a loud mind. My mind is always racing thinking of this or that. It may not be something that matters in a week or even five minutes, but it is there at that moment. I am the student that does not speak up very often in class because of this very reason. My mind is so loud and, even at times, five steps ahead of the discussion the whole class is having. This makes it difficult for me to even insert my thoughts.
I have no issue with being the quiet student. I gather more information that way. I am a student of life as a whole. Because I am quiet and observe other students, I learn various people’s perspectives of approaching a topic, choice, or point-of-view. Through that, I am able to have a more concise understanding of what I truly believe about any topic.
We should never allow others judgements of us to harm our own beautiful being in any way. Your blog is your space. You are the sole being in control of this space, a space created by you and for you.
If someone has only unkind words for you, they are most likely hurting or jealous. They do not know of a better way to express that hurt and anger. Instead of reacting with hurtful words in response, offer them compassion and love. We all hurt sometimes. Be the light at the end of the tunnel that guides them out of the darkness. Be compassion. Be love.
“Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success.”—Lao Tzu
No matter what I’m dealing with at any given moment, hearing this song makes me happy again. I don’t seek this song out though, it’s magic works best when heard at random. Perhaps though, the music at work is not quite so random, being that I am the one who chooses the songs for the playlists.
It is simply one of those nights when I am in desperate need to be anywhere but here. Only, tonight I would rather be in a favorite place, Portland, Oregon. The main reason I want to be in PDX so desperately… Powell’s Books. I want to lose myself within the stocked aisles, tomes surrounding me, whispering “pick me” as my fingertips glide over their spines. There is no longer a bookstore that feels like home or a hiding place here.
Perhaps there is only one partner or lover throughout our lives who has the ability to emotionally impact us in such a way that we relinquish to the passions they incite within our core. It is beautifully tragic while playing out, but never meant to withstand a lifetime. One soul loves the other completely in their mesmerizing existence, but that soul does not love in return. Heartbreakingly poignant of a passionate love story never meant to proceed any further in reality.
It is spring now and Sensuality is very much in love these days. Her new friend is very sweet. Climbing into bed the first time, he confessed he was a little intimidated about making love with her. Sensuality just laughed and said, ‘But we’ve been making love for days.’
J. Ruth Gendler, The Book of Qualities
I am very much in love, only my love is for myself.
After submitting my final philosophy paper for the semester, I have a few hours of reprieve before I must dig into the depths of my knowledge of various philosophers and academic interpretations of the Bible in preparation for my finals.
After all of these years I still love this song. I have no face to associate with this song. That could be seen as remarkable or somewhat sad. Remarkable in that I have not felt the need to make someone fit the way this song makes me feel. Sad because there has not been a man who made me feel the way this song still makes me feel.
Perhaps it will always be a song that I can love and never feel the need to associate it with anyone from my past or in my present.
serendipity: as i am taking another look at your tumblr, not moments after passing by your posting of the song "carry on" by fun. do they appear performing "we are young" on david letterman. serendipitous, no?
Thank you for taking another look at my tumblr.