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[11 Apr 2010|04:15pm] |
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Kelsey![likeseveryone,exceptunoriginalthoughtstealers]
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[13 Jul 2009|10:33am] |
Woo! That sheep obviously knows I'm nineteen now. Look how happy he is for me.
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[03 Feb 2008|09:48pm] |
I have just been the victim of the most terrible crime possibly known to man-kind. I have had my thoughts stolen, and claimed as some one else's. My own words, taken, rephrased and claimed by someone else, as if their mind came up with them.
On December 14, I wrote:
[14 Dec 2007|11:26pm]
Everyday we wake up and the morning is new. The world is taking its first deep breaths, and breathing out as the sound of the leaves rustling in the trees. We depart from our warm, safe habitats, disdainfully, wishing with all our might that we could only have one more minute of peace in the soft warmth of our bed. The covers never feel quite so comforting as they do in those first few moments of consciousness. And, all this time, the Earth is breathing. In and out. In and out. Slowly, lullingly, happily. Life is rejuvenated, and we are wishing for moments of unconsciousness, wishing for laying down, wishing for sleep. All the while missing what is going on, baby birds waking, and crying out for food, dew drops collecting on the blades of green grass, the world living. And here we are sleeping, wishing for sleep, staying in bed, regretting the day to come, the day we haven't even begun yet. And if we could only learn to see the beauty, to feel the freshness, to know the way the Earth feels, maybe we could take those first few breaths together. Maybe we could live in peace.
Did anyone else ever notice how much of our lives is run by the things society views as normal, the things we think we are meant to do. We sleep when the sun goes down, and awake with the new day. We wear clothes whose color's 'match' as if matching was a definite fact, as if we know what colors are made for each other. We do our hair, we put on make up, we spend time on our appearances. We get jobs for money. We go to school. We swim in bathing suits, but are embarrassed when seen in out underwear. We consider dress clothes uncomfortable. We talk to each other. We make plans. We hope for social lives. And all this time, are these things truly necessary for life? Do we need to straighten our hair? Do we need to wear 'matching' clothes? Do we need to sleep at night and be awake during the day? No, no, no and no. We could live if we wore blue with orange. We could live with frizzy hair. We could live sleeping when the sun was up. We could live being awake when darkness falls. We let so many things govern our lives that its almost as if they fall down around us. Pieces of a puzzle which magically find themselves in place. Slowly but surely the pieces fall into place. And we accept them, but when they don't when there's a complication it feels as though we will never see the finished picture. And that's when the things stop mattering, the normal social aspects of life. We don't mind if we don't look our best, we don't mind going to bed early and sleeping half the day away, we don't mind what shirt goes with which shoes. And slowly but surely the pieces fall into place. We realize the only problem was as still tilt in the piece, it just needed a little persuasion. And things start to matter again. But, if we can toss social norms out the window when our emotions are down, why do we follow them so religiously? We know life will go on, we know things won't end, yet we spend the time anyway.
I'm not saying we should stop caring about our schooling and grooming and such, I'm just wondering, how important are the things we spend so much time on? And what in the world is going on that we're missing during that time?
I know you probably saw it, but I wanted it to be fresh in your mind for when you read this, posted by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) manic_sarah on February first, a day before adding me, nonetheless.
Feb. 1st, 2008 at 9:07 PM
You know what I just realized?
[[This is one of those epiphanies I get randomly.]]
That no matter what happens during my day, no matter how shitty or great or beautiful or ugly or insulting or forgiving or just plain bad or good happens- it won't matter. It won't matter because as soon as I shut my eyes at night [that is, assuming, I will sleep] it's like. . .it gets erased. Well, not completely. But it's like, every time the day ends, I get a "Get Out of Jail Free" card for the problems which that specific day brought. Each new day I woke up was a new chance, a new shot to do something good and right the wrongs I've made lately.
Because when we wake up, the morning is new. We take our first breaths of consciousness in unison with the world. Breathing out the sounds of leaves rustlings, wind blowing, waves crashing, of birds singing, of the sound the sun makes when it shines. We lay in our beds, our warm, safe places, and savor the peace -perhaps the only perfect peace we will have for the entirety of our day. We snuggle under the covers because they never feel better than in those several moments of semi-consciousness. All is right with the world at this point in time. Bad and good in unison. Existance., It's going on. And in this point in time, this small fragment of the day, the sliver in our lives, we're okay with that. We know deep down that the next day, it will be the same way, and if that is all we have to look forward to, then so be it. Those few moments of "It'll be okay" that pervades our mind and permeates our soul. That no matter what, it'll come full circle. The way that life is rejuvinated and the way that the dew sparkles like diamonds on the grass as it makes it beautiful in the early morning sun. The way that we are okay with everything, because we know that everything is okay with us. It is usually the only time of day where we can truly appreciate beauty, appreciate life, love and happiness.
It is the one time in life, the one time during the day, that no matter who you are, what you believe, what orientation you are, where you worship, who your parents are, what your GPA is, what your ethnicity is, what your career is- that none of those things matter, because everyone is at peace, at least for that one second in time.
I look forward to that one second in time with everything in me. Because I know that if we can all be united by the similarites and not divided by the differences, at least for a small breath, then it's possible to be at peace. That it's possible to be completely accepting all the time.
We live our lives in these boxes of "social norms" and things that are "right" and "wrong", like huge lines drawn across our existence with God-sized Sharpies. Who played God for that day and decided what was right and wrong? Who decided that they were better than God Himself to determine what was acceptable, what wasn't, and the consequences of either? And why do we all live our lives inside those boxes and around those lines like they're holy? I don't remember reading in the Bible, "Thou shalt live in black-and-white." If anything, Jesus wanted the world to be in technicolor. He rocked the boat. He tore up the social norms and ate them for breakfast. So why do "Christians" feel the need to undo all the good he did in tearing down social and psychological barriers? Why do they feel the need to put up walls and close doors and lock windows of the souls of the people they're supposed to be helping? And why do we all just sit around, twiddle our thumbs, and watch it happen? Why do we not say anything?
This simply shows how ridiculously pathetic people in the world can be. Does she honestly think it's possible that I wouldn't notice that she wrote something that it exactly the same as something I wrote. Not to mention, these are two completely unrelated issues, talked about in the same order, and in one entry. The same as mine was. This entry also clearly shows that she does not the spell check button exists...Existance? Existence. Rejuvinated? Rejuvenated. Similarites? Similarities. That is all completely beside the point, and simply me being spiteful. Can you truly blame me though? After what she did criticizing her spelling seems rather bland.
It is completely pathetic that someone is so uncreative that they have to steal some one else's thoughts in order to feel like they can something worthwhile.
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