"I am an open book. I am a book waiting to be read, but I'm also a book that's been closed so many times in the past,
and has sometimes stayed closed for so long that some of the pages are
stuck together. Some of my pages have been ripped out and replaced with a
nicer version of what actually happened, because I don't want people to
read the true story of what happened, and because I want to replace a bad memory with a
false memory of what sort of happened. Some pages have been
ripped out
altogether and have been crumpled and burned, because no one cares
what's on those
pages... Either that or I just don't want people to know, so I have
instead chosen to forget what they said altogether. In the margins of the pages, there
are little quotes and drawings that have been hastily scribbled there,
almost as an after-thought of the actual words on the page. The words on
my pages are sometimes
eloquent and well-put, and sometimes they are incomplete and
incoherent,
waiting for someone to smooth them out or try to understand them. There
are some punctuation and grammar errors that demonstrate my
imperfections and my unwillingness to ever try to be a
perfectionist. The binding is beginning to tear and show signs of use,
from all the pages that have been turned
and all the new chapters that have been started. At the back, there is a
section of blank pages that are waiting to be written on with details
of my new adventures and lessons that I will learn. So yes, I am an open
book, but I am an incomplete
book. What you'll find in my pages may surprise you, horrify you, or
maybe it will speak to you in some way that only books can. I'm not a
book that you can go to Barnes & Noble and buy. I'm one of those
books that you can find at the used bookstore sitting in a corner
by the window in the sunlight, just
waiting to be picked up by someone who is willing to learn about me and
discover the secrets and stories that hide on each page. And those are
the very best
kind if books, the ones that are worn out and a little bit used, and
don't look all that amazing on the outside... but once someone has the
courage to open the book,
it's discovered that a genuine story of life lies between the front and
back cover."Tuesday, March 25, 2014
A page from my notebook of thoughts
I was up late last night doing some thinking about, you know, life and everything, and I wrote the following in my journal (I thought it was interesting/creative, so I figured that I might let y'all enjoy a piece of my thoughts):
"I am an open book. I am a book waiting to be read, but I'm also a book that's been closed so many times in the past,
and has sometimes stayed closed for so long that some of the pages are
stuck together. Some of my pages have been ripped out and replaced with a
nicer version of what actually happened, because I don't want people to
read the true story of what happened, and because I want to replace a bad memory with a
false memory of what sort of happened. Some pages have been
ripped out
altogether and have been crumpled and burned, because no one cares
what's on those
pages... Either that or I just don't want people to know, so I have
instead chosen to forget what they said altogether. In the margins of the pages, there
are little quotes and drawings that have been hastily scribbled there,
almost as an after-thought of the actual words on the page. The words on
my pages are sometimes
eloquent and well-put, and sometimes they are incomplete and
incoherent,
waiting for someone to smooth them out or try to understand them. There
are some punctuation and grammar errors that demonstrate my
imperfections and my unwillingness to ever try to be a
perfectionist. The binding is beginning to tear and show signs of use,
from all the pages that have been turned
and all the new chapters that have been started. At the back, there is a
section of blank pages that are waiting to be written on with details
of my new adventures and lessons that I will learn. So yes, I am an open
book, but I am an incomplete
book. What you'll find in my pages may surprise you, horrify you, or
maybe it will speak to you in some way that only books can. I'm not a
book that you can go to Barnes & Noble and buy. I'm one of those
books that you can find at the used bookstore sitting in a corner
by the window in the sunlight, just
waiting to be picked up by someone who is willing to learn about me and
discover the secrets and stories that hide on each page. And those are
the very best
kind if books, the ones that are worn out and a little bit used, and
don't look all that amazing on the outside... but once someone has the
courage to open the book,
it's discovered that a genuine story of life lies between the front and
back cover."
"I am an open book. I am a book waiting to be read, but I'm also a book that's been closed so many times in the past,
and has sometimes stayed closed for so long that some of the pages are
stuck together. Some of my pages have been ripped out and replaced with a
nicer version of what actually happened, because I don't want people to
read the true story of what happened, and because I want to replace a bad memory with a
false memory of what sort of happened. Some pages have been
ripped out
altogether and have been crumpled and burned, because no one cares
what's on those
pages... Either that or I just don't want people to know, so I have
instead chosen to forget what they said altogether. In the margins of the pages, there
are little quotes and drawings that have been hastily scribbled there,
almost as an after-thought of the actual words on the page. The words on
my pages are sometimes
eloquent and well-put, and sometimes they are incomplete and
incoherent,
waiting for someone to smooth them out or try to understand them. There
are some punctuation and grammar errors that demonstrate my
imperfections and my unwillingness to ever try to be a
perfectionist. The binding is beginning to tear and show signs of use,
from all the pages that have been turned
and all the new chapters that have been started. At the back, there is a
section of blank pages that are waiting to be written on with details
of my new adventures and lessons that I will learn. So yes, I am an open
book, but I am an incomplete
book. What you'll find in my pages may surprise you, horrify you, or
maybe it will speak to you in some way that only books can. I'm not a
book that you can go to Barnes & Noble and buy. I'm one of those
books that you can find at the used bookstore sitting in a corner
by the window in the sunlight, just
waiting to be picked up by someone who is willing to learn about me and
discover the secrets and stories that hide on each page. And those are
the very best
kind if books, the ones that are worn out and a little bit used, and
don't look all that amazing on the outside... but once someone has the
courage to open the book,
it's discovered that a genuine story of life lies between the front and
back cover."
Sunday, March 23, 2014
I am fierce.
This describes me absolutely perfectly:
That is me. Small but fierce.
I am little, but I still:
-Have a huge heart that wants to love people and everything good around me
-Have a mind full of world-changing, blossoming ideas
-Have a voice. And heck yes I will/do use it
-Can be incredibly stubborn about everything
-Will brave any storm
-Encourage those around me
-Stand strong in my faith
-Stand up for what I believe, and what is right
-Help the helpless
-Give hope to the hopeless
-Live life to the fullest
-Love people and the world like I'm gonna die tomorrow
-Take the optimistic view of life
-Take every opportunity
-Want to change the world
-Will fight any enemy
-Will take on the world.
I may be small, but I am fierce.
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