A woman handed this flyer to me on the street last week. I thought it was a nice little thing to have happen but didn't really give it much thought. It's been sitting on my desk innocently, just some nice bright words I've been unconsciously catching in the corner of my mind. I took the time to go to the site today. Seems like these sorts of programs are growing in number, people are into it, seeing past the surface more and more. Not a bad thing...
"...escape is a paradox, because a childhood is locked in that music box..."
- Atmosphere : 'In Her Music Box'
- Atmosphere : 'In Her Music Box'
"In the last few days, I've been learning how to not trust people and I'm glad I failed. Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are. And each reflection makes me like myself a little more" .... "Trust everyone but always cut the cards. Best thing my father ever taught me. You know what that means? It means never trust anybody"
- my blueberry nights
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convo with a wifey aka psycho babel
[10:29] Emy: ya but I know him and he prob wont wanna pay
[10:29] acm: you know him
[10:29] acm: you know him
[10:29] acm: lol
[10:29] acm: try to throw that out the window
[10:29] Emy: hahahhahahaah
[10:29] acm: flip it
[10:29] Emy: what
[10:29] acm: perspective
[10:31] Emy: hmm like look at it through his eyes
[10:32] acm: mm not necessarily
[10:33] acm: idk we all have filters
[10:33] acm: you kno? from habit
[10:33] Emy: what im not gettin you
[10:33] acm: and we don't allow things to just BE, we judge based on bias and things that may or may not be certain but we fill them with certainty bc we need something off which to judge a situation by
[10:34] acm: so we can react
[10:34] acm: and it can be predictable in a sense
[10:34] acm: its a survival mechanism i think
[10:34] acm: like something to protect our expectations so we know how to deal with them
[10:34] acm: but we don't realize that they are in fact controlling us
[10:34] acm: but we don't realize that they are in fact controlling us
[10:34] acm: driving cycles of not always healthy psychological processes
[10:35] Emy: so your saying let it be
[10:35] acm: i guess
[10:35] acm: lol
[10:36] acm: THANKS BEATLES
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This entry is a work in progress. Like Life. I want to hit enter when everything I feel I need to say is in here. But I am impatient and I want to release these things as soon as they are composed. I don't even know who will read it. I don't care. I just want it out there. Liberated for chance to deliver to the eyes and head and hearts of whoever it may.
These words do not begin to define...
2008 : ∞ : 2+0+0+8 : 1
This year's magintude cannot be more evident for me, in my own life, and the lives of those in the world around me. A guy stopped in the street when he saw me reading Blue Like Jazz. Sitting on a bench in the sun for my lunch break. He paused to tell me he had just finished the book. I was nearly done myself. I told him "there's no such thing as a coincidence" and he responded with "you got that right." The randomness of my choice of response kept me thinking for a few seconds. I felt kind-of awkward to have said that to a stranger but I meant what I said and I said what I meant. He kept walking. I turned around, watched him leave. I wanted him to stay. To talk and just, stay. I teared. I kept reading. And with the next sentance began the most important part of the book, came the most holistic, fused, nugget, core, heart of life, call it what you can, what you may, whatever dreams will work their way into words. It doesn't matter. No words can explain the sentiments that those words offered. I kept reading, tears of joy came to my eyes, I got that tight feeling in my throat and chest. I got up, read while walking. All the crosswalks were white. All the people parted for me. I didn't have to look up. Something guided me back. I heaved in the elevator, alone and f***ing vibrating. With a power and wholeness. It's fleeting. But all I can hope for is to preserve the feeling with a feeble composition. Maybe it will help. Something. Someone. I just want to be of service. To love. To love and to be of service. This is not religious. This is not about institutions. This is about the only things that really matter. In the end, it doesn't matter but this isn't the end. This is here and now. The present is infinate. And that we cannot wrap our minds around. The present is eternal. The present is a GIFT. That's why it's called the PRESENT.
2008 : ∞ : 2+0+0+8 : 1
This year's magintude cannot be more evident for me, in my own life, and the lives of those in the world around me. A guy stopped in the street when he saw me reading Blue Like Jazz. Sitting on a bench in the sun for my lunch break. He paused to tell me he had just finished the book. I was nearly done myself. I told him "there's no such thing as a coincidence" and he responded with "you got that right." The randomness of my choice of response kept me thinking for a few seconds. I felt kind-of awkward to have said that to a stranger but I meant what I said and I said what I meant. He kept walking. I turned around, watched him leave. I wanted him to stay. To talk and just, stay. I teared. I kept reading. And with the next sentance began the most important part of the book, came the most holistic, fused, nugget, core, heart of life, call it what you can, what you may, whatever dreams will work their way into words. It doesn't matter. No words can explain the sentiments that those words offered. I kept reading, tears of joy came to my eyes, I got that tight feeling in my throat and chest. I got up, read while walking. All the crosswalks were white. All the people parted for me. I didn't have to look up. Something guided me back. I heaved in the elevator, alone and f***ing vibrating. With a power and wholeness. It's fleeting. But all I can hope for is to preserve the feeling with a feeble composition. Maybe it will help. Something. Someone. I just want to be of service. To love. To love and to be of service. This is not religious. This is not about institutions. This is about the only things that really matter. In the end, it doesn't matter but this isn't the end. This is here and now. The present is infinate. And that we cannot wrap our minds around. The present is eternal. The present is a GIFT. That's why it's called the PRESENT.
In high school I came across these words from Walt Whitman (or rather, they came across me?):
Re-examine all you have been taught at school, in church, or read in any book. Dismiss whatever insults your soul and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Re-examine all you have been taught at school, in church, or read in any book. Dismiss whatever insults your soul and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Questions:
What does time afford you? What does it bring? At what point do the nonnegligible differences in age dissipate? (I looked that word up to see if it existed and google popped this out: The Nonnegligible Lightness of Gravity) What qualifies as a nonnegligible difference?
What's with all the questions?
"They are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the compositions of the individual's life ... Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of great distress ... It is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty."
"It is completely selfless love: Tereza did not want anything of Karenin; She did not ever ask him to love her back. Nor has she ever asked herself the questions that plague human couples: Does he love me? Does he love anybody more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company. "
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