Day 347: For Entertainment Purposes Only

"Love is a verb."
Joyce Meyer
Runner up, only because I heard it in 2010: "'No' is a complete sentence."

"If money can fix it, it's not really a problem."
S Pitts

"People are either frustrating or fascinating. The choice is yours."
J Blasko

"Ignorance isn't the problem. The problem is the ignorance of ignorance."
A Sweeney (Heard this last week. Added it anyway :)

"Nobody wants to buy a drill but everybody wants a hole."
J Dwyer (I'm sure this one was recycled from somewhere)

"The pole vaulter doesn't know how high he can jump until he knocks down the pole."
Dr. Robert Schuller from the book "You Can Become the Person You Want to be"

"Be it if you want to be it."
Dr. J Davis
First runner up: "Explode the box!"

"The difference between try and triumph is a little UMPH!"
Rev. Run via Dr. Robert Schuller

"People that are fearful are easy to control."
Dani Johnson
First runner up: "Quit needing it and GO GET IT!"

"I learned that I could be a giver by simply bringing a smile to another person."
Maya Angelou
(Bonus)"...when I walk in, they may like me or dislike me, but everybody knows I'm here.

Day 334: Contemplation

We rationalize and justify whatever it is we end up doing and wherever it is we end up going, because contemplating those roads not taken is a fruitless task.

Day 326: Thanks

Give thanks.
Give thanks for the adversities we go through because without them, we wouldn't be able to experience joy or be aware of all the goodness we are blessed with.

Day 321: Glass Cannon

“I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.”

-Gene Fowler

Through all the rushing hustles
And the hustling rushes
And during raucous silences
And hush-hush commotions
With the chittering chatters
And the mindless mutterings
Of your matterful matters
On vowelful platters
Of all sorts of shapes
And colors and hues
And sizes
And smells
I wrinkle my nose
Then formulate my prose
Of what I ought
But not naught
To be
To see
To do
To undo
I ponder for moment
Just for a little while
Just to take a breath
Just for a wee while
Should I motion a motion?
To pronounce a notion
Especially a question
That I would like to protest
That my hopes
Many of them
Maybe dreams
Some I do have
My aspirations
My wishes
Few in mind
Though nice at first
Are they all
After all
But a waste?

Sometimes, I am filled with suitable ideas of what I want to do later in life. After all, I don't want to be stuck in a career that I absolutely detest. I wouldn't want to work in some financial firm, even though I might make bank and get to do a lot of things that I want to do later in life. But where's the sense in that? I would much rather team up with others in some NGO and do some developmental work in a third world country.

But the more and more I relish on such thoughts, I find myself asking that ugly and dreadful question, "What if this/that is not what I'm meant to do?"

I feel like a glass cannon much at times. Being fearless can, after all, lead to undesirable outcomes. I'm totally not afraid of doing what I'm meant to do or what I passionately want to achieve, but what I am afraid of is being wrong. I feel that being wrong about it when you're 40 years down into life is just horrible.

Day 298: You and I

from reddit
by arcadeguy

Here's my favorite memory that took place with you and, likely, my favorite memory of all of my memories:

It was the day you drove down to visit me in the Dells after we had recently broken up. I had worked 35 hours the previous three consecutive days. You arrived, and I got to introduce you to my friends, and then we went grocery shopping and came back to the apartment to make dinner and watch a movie.

I am trying so hard to articulate the significance of that day to you, yet I am completely failing. Ever since I can remember, I have worried incessantly about finding a career that I enjoyed because I could not imagine going to work each day unhappy with it. But that one day with you, that single, bracketed eight hours of time with you hit me over the head with this brick of clarity -- that I was so content with spending the rest of my time with you that very little else mattered at all. I had an amazing family and an equally wonderful few friends, and you. Whether I disliked anything else would never have mattered again because, at the end of it, I would have been able to come home to you. Sweet, funny, beautiful, loving, wonderful you. That was it. After all of my worrying, job-switching, moving, idle days, you made everything make sense and be okay. Better than okay.

You were so young, and I was so naive to think that, at that point in time, it would all just magically work out. I am, more than you could believe, so sorry that you had to go through all that and that I wasn't responsible enough to think more with my head and less with my heart. I would never say that I wish I could go back and change any of it, but I'm still sorry. Additionally, I am sorry that I've allowed talks like this to go on for the past two years. There is no part of me anymore that wants (or believes we could) simply pick up where we left off. There's no part of me that thinks either of us could be the same people we were before. There is a large part of me (all of me, actually) that remembers exactly how it felt to love you so completely, though, and would always be willing to try it again from the beginning, consequences thrown to the wind.

I don't know what else to say.