One of the saddest lines in the world is, 'Oh come now - be realistic.' The best parts of this world were not fashioned by those who were realistic. They were fashioned by those who dared to look hard at their wishes and gave them horses to ride.
I wish I was a morning person. I wish I could wake up at the break of dawn, some warm summer morning. I'd sit in my back garden, listen to the birds and sip a cup of tea in my pyjamas. I wouldn't have to rush around, or worry about being late for the rest of the day, I could just take it in. I'm sure those quiet morning hours are some of the most inspiring of any day, I just can't get myself up in time to enjoy them. 6:30, maybe 7:00am would be perfect. I always mean to. I set my alarm and promise myself that tomorrow morning will be different - tomorrow morning I'll take the time to appreciate the coming day, quietly and contemplatively. But, of course, my alarm goes off, and I think...10 more minutes...I can spare 10 more minutes...
I uploaded these the other day and forgot to post them here.
Lyrics taken from "Why" by Annie Lennox. I love the song, it really resonates for me.
I'm not sure what this one is about, and I'm equally as sure about whether or not I like it.
I love how this one turned out. The poem on the left is taken from Lewis Carroll's "Alice in Wonderland". You can't really read it - my scanner leaves much to be desired. Feel free to interpret it as you will, I'm afraid the actual explanation may offend some people.
This one was born from a conversation about equality and ignorance. I believe the original quote was, "equality has one enemy: ignorance," but I tweaked it a little for my own purposes. The meaning still stands true, I think. Art, for me, is a great equalizer.
I intended to write up a big long post about life and where it has got me so far, but the words just don't seem to be coming to me. They haven't come to me for a while, to be honest. It has nothing to do with my mood - I've been in a surprisingly good one for the last little bit. On the other hand, maybe it *does* have something to do with my mood. Does introspection come more fluidly when we're unhappy? Oh well, I'm sure there are words up there somewhere. I'll grab them, pull them down and post them here once I get the chance.
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I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate. It is, above all to matter, to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all.
