Tag: thoughts
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1,000 miles: step 79
The fall semester is now over. I have submitted “finals,” known as projects to the English major. Grades are coming in. I have gaps of time–yes, time. It has all gone by so fast. This semester I made a savvy choice, and I took all poetry classes: a small-sized workshop, a course taught in Spanish,…
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self-effaced
It’s not about you. It’s about me, always. This is me: hopelessly lost, hopelessly self-consumed in irrational ideas about how if I knew you, then I would know myself. It’s been hard pinning down my existence, so I try to find a you to define, someone to know forwards and backwards, looking for the possibility I’ve been effaced…
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The world is a dangerous place to live —
The world is a dangerous place to live — not because of the people who are evil but because of the people who don’t do anything about it. –Albert Einstein The world is a dangerous place to live for sure. There is in an awe-striking art about impeccable housekeeping, known to Mother Earth. She has taught her knowledge in bold, forceful ways.…
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Words are not stable
Oh, no, words are not stable. in a fleeing flutter, they can easily pass me by. When they settle, it’s at their own pace. They are happy to run into each other, to intermingle, and still, I try to build with them permanent monuments: to host the history of my memories and visitors to my curiosities… when given a chance.
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1,000 miles: step 52
I found Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar on my local library shelf’s today (and will be taking it off my to-read shelf shortly). I kind of wish I had come in knowing nothing about the author. Digesting an author’s work as autobiography, is a dangerous temptation. I would hate to have every single creative text I…
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1,000 miles: step 50
A little over a year ago, I resolved to wake up earlier in the mornings. I wasn’t too successful. Though I’ve certainty made progress, particularly in the latter half of 2013 (thanks to a job over the summer and many calculus study sessions). And though time is far too precious, I find that making use of it…
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1,000 miles: step 46
Most mornings find me tightly bound to my blanket, ignoring every one of my three rise-and-shine alarms. I read once (in one of my favorite novels growing up, Spinelli’s Stargirl) that we are most alive, most human in those first moments after waking up. I find some truth in the idea, particularly after I’ve woken up from a…
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1,000 miles: step 42
I’ve been changing my mind. A lot. These days. I’ve always thought of myself as stubborn. That what I say I will do is the final word. It’s not. …. Lately, I’ve been wondering what I want to do with my college education. More specifically, what am I getting out of it? Is spending my…
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1,000 miles: step 41
Yet another summer to begin waving good-bye to–and even though fall is my favorite time of year, I’m finding that I already miss this summer. And not because it was particularly nice. I miss it because it was a dash of dreadful, and I thought there would be so much more… Life can disappoint every…