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| I remember my junior year of high school I was in a play called Everything I Need to Know in Kindergarten , the last scene of this play was about the meaning of life. From the time I was in middle school until my junior year of college I spent much time thinking about this very matter, making up philosophies and such. All of them involved trials taking place to learn a lesson for the future. Life was this complicated thing about destiny and doing what you were meant to do, doing what you loved, giving yourself to others. Living life was such a romantisized thing, such an important thing. It was about loving, giving, caring, being loved, being part of something greater, fufilling your passion... I wonder how it became something less important, I wonder when and how it became about bills and making a living. I wonder when even romance was not romantisized in my brain. Somewhere along the way I got away from the precious intangibles of life and became more about the tangibles. I started making my job about money, my life about presentation, and romance about honesty and stability. I have made everything "real" few things intangible and everything measurable. Perhaps now, that life is becoming more stable, just maybe it can be come romantic once again. |
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| To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”-CS Lewis
My heart is breaking, and how I wish we could go back. I've never known such love as I've known here with my friends. Renee said that there will be other friends and other good times, but I am forever convinced that these have been the best.
Perhaps the world is ending. |
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| "Of all the gifts we have received One is most precious and most terrible The will of each of us is free It's in our hands
And if we hear a voice If he speaks again, our silent father All he will tell us is the choice Is in our hands
Our hands can choose to drop the knife Our hearts can choose to stop the hating For ev'ry moment of our life Is the beginning...
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There is no journey gone so far So far we cannot stop and change direction No doom is written in the stars
It's in our hands...
We cannot know what wil occur Just make the journey worth the taking And pray we're wiser than we were In the beginning It's the beginning Now we begin... |
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