Friday, February 6, 2015
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Deep thoughts
You know I think it's saddest thing is no one actually reads the posts that have more deeper meanings to them.
You can read about my past and how I came to be, but you don't want to know who I am today? Or how I think?
You can read about my past and how I came to be, but you don't want to know who I am today? Or how I think?
Monday, February 2, 2015
The will to live
I sometimes think to myself that I wished I had the strength of an ant. Ashamed, for something so small and so less intelligent is stronger than I.
How did I come up with this thought? I once squished an ant in my room by folding over the tip of a newspaper onto the ant who was crawling on it. Once peeled back, I saw that I had broken its arms, back, and its body parts almost separated. Yet it still continued to crawl, only, slower this time. And I was sitting there amazed and staring back at it asking to myself, why is this ant not quitting, but is still walking? Why does it not give up already?
So from that point on, I look at ants with respect and without consideration of hurting another ant.
How did I come up with this thought? I once squished an ant in my room by folding over the tip of a newspaper onto the ant who was crawling on it. Once peeled back, I saw that I had broken its arms, back, and its body parts almost separated. Yet it still continued to crawl, only, slower this time. And I was sitting there amazed and staring back at it asking to myself, why is this ant not quitting, but is still walking? Why does it not give up already?
So from that point on, I look at ants with respect and without consideration of hurting another ant.
Memorials
It's funny how we celebrate the deaths of those in the past instead of their birth. It's as if we're saying I'm glad you left when you meant the opposite--thanking them for once being in your life.
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