- Current Mood: blah
"I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your journals, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you for your interest in my words.
But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself....or a big something...or a bunch of little somethings. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...they listen in rapture to the love-music of she-turnips." I might feel compelled to mock your musical taste, but I'll certainly remember you.
I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. If you would like, post this in your own journal and see what gems of knowledge appear."
- Current Mood: curious
Feel free to skip over reading these types of stories. I just like to post them so I can go back and read it later when I start to think about stuff like this. This one in particular is pretty long.
Their loving embrace has lasted an eternity - well 5000 years to be precise
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
I want to know if you can
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
~Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Let me know how you all are doing. I'd love to hear how you're feeling, how your day's been shaping, or anything. I do hope things are going well with you, and if not, I hope whatever's bringing you down will make a positive impact on you in the future. Good night.
- Current Mood: enthralled
My dream job (I'm still researching jobs that include these qualities and haven't found one like this yet) is to be able to travel and meet all kinds of people in the world, especially people with extreme hardships and native people. People untouched by civilization/the media. I wish I could travel to different places consistently and help people out. Kind of like a forever Peace Corps as a job. I don't care how much money I'd make. I don't care about not having a stable life or about marriage. I would give all that up if only I could continuously travel within my job and have all my survival needs. The primary reason I'm concerned about a social worker's paycheck is because I'm worried I might not have enough money to travel.
- Current Mood: contemplative
I just hope my friend is alright. Tried calling her, but she didn't pick up.
- Current Mood: contemplative
No one knew who he was, or why he was sat on the platform, looking dejected, his shoes untied, arms bare in the cold weather.
Most people ignored him, walking past hurridly and not sparing so much as a second glance, rubbing their hands together and eyeing their watches, muttering about how many minutes the train was late. Yet he didn't move, not once, as the platform filled around him.
The train arrived, and still no one spared a look for the figure sat against the wall. Travellers departed, and more got on the humming vehicle, the doors closing and the whistle sounding, a hiss from the engines as the train slowly pulled away.
No one had come for him. None of the departing people had even so much as looked at him. It was as if he was invisible to them, part of the decoration, something to be ignored.
No more trains left from that platform that day. Close to closing time, the cleaners made their routinely rounds, heading up and down the platform, emptying trash, picking up rubbish from the floors. The poor man who found the child didn't see him until he nearly fell over him.
Shaking him gently, to wake him, the guard asked if he was ok, told him the station was closing. A cold chill swept through the station as the boys body slumped onto the platform floor, his eyes cold and unmoving. The boy was dead. Broken promises, a shadow against the wall, something to be ignored.
His heart had broke.
This wonderful piece of writing was created by fidgetstitchon prompt_a_day. Just wanted to share it because it was touching. Go tell her how great her writing is!
- Current Mood: impressed
Do not cling to views or bind yourself to ideology. The knowledge you now have is not changeless, absolute truth. Truth is found in the observation of life and is continuously learned and relearned. Be open to the experiences and insights of others.
I want to live this.
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- Current Mood: stressed
Thank you, mollys_home, for showing me how to do the headline thing on my profile.
- Current Mood: tired