December 2011
5 posts
AJism:
“Mommy when we go to the moon on the rocket ship, can we bring a parachute so we can jump back to earth? We might run out of fruit snacks. We could you know.”
you should start doin belly-ism , joseph-ism , and aurora-ism things on here xD
K.
Oh sweet and tender heart do not be fooled by pretty words. Do not be confused by the old that has long since gone away. Stay true to the path that you have set your eyes forward on. Take a step away from the facade that was towards what is real no matter the strength of it’s beckoning pull.
November 2011
9 posts
I write.: Metaphors from high school English essays:
1. Her face was a perfect... →
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Metaphors from high school English essays:
1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had it’s two sides gently compressed by a thigh master.
2. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of…
“To wish you were someone else, is a waste of the person that you are.”
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2 choices....
I have found life to be glorious, shocking, deceiving, confusing, undecipherable, unfair, and various other descriptive words. I sometimes wonder does everyone feel as small as I do? As if we are standing on this giant mountain, land spread around as far as the eye can see, a destiny, a place waiting, but no idea how to get down from the mountain?
The answer that I have come to is yes. We are alone in this life and yet not. We are small in the vast world with no real answers to the questions. We all wake with two choices. Simple ones really.
Choice number one: I open my eyes to the sound of the alarm on my iphone. Stretch and look around. I start thinking about all of the negatives in my life, become overwhelmed, unhappy. Focus on the uncertain future, the losses, think how unfair and scream why me? Cry, kick and scream…ok I rarely cry and would never kick and scream. Point being, I CHOOSE to be unhappy for my entire day. Shame on me.
Choice numero 2: I open my eyes to the sound of the alarm on my iphone. Stretch and look around. Notice the sliver of sun coming through the window. Listen to the sounds of little feet coming towards my room from the hall. Think about what a great day I am about to embark on and all the small things that make me smile. How lucky am I? In other words I CHOOSE to be happy. I choose to have a good day.
I don’t know the secret to life, but what I have learned in mine is that happiness is truly a choice. I decided one morning to choose it. I opened my eyes and told myself today Andi, you are going to have an amazing day, you are going to smile, you are going to laugh, you are not going to waste it. Then I did just that. Everyday since I have tried to do the same, do I always succeed, no, but my happiness meter has definitely increased and the days I spend smiling far out number the hours I spend not. What do you choose?
“Destiny has two ways of crushing us. By refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.”
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