Sometimes in our quest to better the world we set congested idealism next to our anger and our lack of specific provisions for improvement. We want meaningful lives, we yearn for values, for fairness, and because we lack provisions of acquisition, we turn into circus performers, often colorful, sometimes entertaining, too often dangling dangerously in mid air. If only we could, instead of trying to out maneuver each other, sit amicably at the table and listen to each other, we might get to the bread-and-butter of change. Just my thoughts. Perhaps not yours.
I think we all may have a bit of bipolarism. Sometimes I, without sufficient reason, feel buoyant, as if a part of sky, at other times, so low I wouldn't have to stoop to pick up a stone. Though one is promising, and the other not, both are false, and I, perhaps because of soft-touch symptoms, neither frequent, lasting, nor severe, am able to bypass the medicine cabinet and dispel them by grabbing the horizon with my eyes, and thus grounded, or lifted, as applies, move realistically forward.
Isn't it ironic that if we wished to become another person, and could do so for a while, we would invariably find out that person is also flawed?
She, a young woman, a proverbial female, tended to select romantic interests by the same criteria as she selected food -- by beautiful presentation, but it often turned out to be too greasy for her taste.
How many times have we all been on the road to opportunity and let a BRIDGE OUT sign stop us instead of hiking up our pants legs and swimming or wading through, or looking for a way around?
There can be a vast difference between what is true and what is believable.
Trying to change the opinion of another is as improbable as curing a hypochondriac.
Then there are the thieves that steal your time-- not with true emotion, not with cordiality, not by impressing you with hard work -- simply with a good line of bullshit.
The trouble with trusting your eyes above all else is that most people see what they want to see, often not what's really there.
It seems to me that about half of getting to feel better comes from taking the medicine, and the other half from the belief that you're going to get better. So I treat most of my ailments with simple aspirin and bank on the placebo effect.
Of the people I have known---the loudest have rarely been the strongest.
Why must we, as a whole, be a depressed lot, destructive, lonely, dependent, notoriously anxious and unhappy, and always complaining about not having enough time while we ultimately beat the time that we do have to death?
Few things are absolute, but you can believe the ground. It is what it is, and if a map indicates something different, the map is incorrect.
A pleasant appearance does not always mean a pleasant person.. Sometimes the nicer you look, the more deception was built into the process.
If today you didn't tell someone you love them, tell them. If you are not happy, try to be. Be afraid of germs enough to be cautious, but not enough to be committed. Look around enough to appreciate what surrounds you, or at least to avoid being hit by a car.
Life is not always about protecting, about keeping every piece. Sometimes it must be about pruning, about cutting something off so that something more useful, more beautiful can grow.
Practiced liars know the best way to tell a lie is to tell a bit of truth, and then stop talking. Usually this is accompanied by a bright and shiny smile, making it as good as tinfoil for covering up something. .
I could be telling you about the man in my life if I said that he was incredibly handsome but not the slightest bit vain. I could tell you how strong he is without being insolent, how much courage he has without being ferocious. Yes, I suppose I could be talking about unblemished virtues of man, or then again, I might be telling you about my dog.
Go ahead and call me stupid! In one way or another, everyone is ignorant.
The majority of people are living artwork. Beautiful or unique on the outside. Full of mystery within. Oh, that there were enough time to know and appreciate the inner meaning, the inner beauty of them all!
but there are monsters too, those who hold tight to their monstrosity and rely on your fear of them to keep them strong. They belong do the despicable group that not only purposely gets up on the wrong side of the bed, but intentionally set an early alarm.