look beneath the surface: never let a thing's intrinsic quality or worth escape you.
to refrain from imitation is the best revenge.
yeah, hookers are nasty. so are porn stars but in an okay way. -- jana
security is mostly a superstition. it does no exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
in all the world, there is no one exactly like me. everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because i alone choose it. i own everything about me... my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions whether they be to others or to myself. i own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. by so doing, i can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts. i know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me and other aspects that i do not know, but as long as i am friendly and loving to myself, i can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me. however i look and sound, whatever i say and do, and whatever i think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. if later some parts of how i looked, sounded, thought and felt turn out to be unfitting, i can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which i discard. i can see, hear, feel, think, say and do. i have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. i own me, and therefore i can engineer me.
to refrain from imitation is the best revenge.
yeah, hookers are nasty. so are porn stars but in an okay way. -- jana
security is mostly a superstition. it does no exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
in all the world, there is no one exactly like me. everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because i alone choose it. i own everything about me... my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions whether they be to others or to myself. i own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. by so doing, i can love me and be friendly with me in all my parts. i know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me and other aspects that i do not know, but as long as i am friendly and loving to myself, i can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about me. however i look and sound, whatever i say and do, and whatever i think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. if later some parts of how i looked, sounded, thought and felt turn out to be unfitting, i can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which i discard. i can see, hear, feel, think, say and do. i have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. i own me, and therefore i can engineer me.
She should have died hereafter
There would have been a time for such a word
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
the disease of self runs through my blood, it's a cancer fatal to my soul, every attempt on my behalf has failed, to bring this sickness under control.
posted by konstantine at 01:53
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