It's easy to look out on the world and see those who have more, more opportunities, more money, more time, and sometimes it seems like they have more life. It's easy to believe that they have it all and poor little you, with all your dreams and ambitions are never going to get anywhere simply because you don't have as much as them. It's easy to be angry, to resent others what they have been given by God. It's easy to see my own life as shabby, second rate, and not quite worth as much as others. Do they even know? Do they see that they are gifted beyond yourself? Do they even care? But then, do I?
Do I see that I have been blessed? Has the fact that others are not as priveleged as I escape my knowtice? Am I also blind? These questions lead me to ponder the worth of my own life and what I might give others. This shabby life of mine means something, I was given it for a reason. It is my crucible, it shapes me.
"My Poverty is not complete: It lacks me." - Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, Translated from Spanish by W. S. Merwin
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A Tribute to the Quote Garden
So I have this unhealthy obsession with quotes. It just gives me such delight to look up a subject and read the poetic (or not) groupings of rhetoric. I love the feeling of sharing these snippets of thought and philosophy with my friends, enimies, and english teachers (usually to their dismay). But this posting isn't really supposed to be about me. Today I'm talking about my favorite search engine for quotes. I discovered this handy little website a while back and have used it lovingly since then. The Quote Garden http://www.quotegarden.com/index.html is a collection of things reputable people have said on virtually every subject. For example:
On education: Education is what has remained after one has forgotten what one has learned in school. - Albert Einstien
On breathing: When the breath wanders the mind also is unsteady. But when the breath is calmed the mind too will be still, and the yogi achieves long life. Therefore, one should learn to control the breath. - Svatmarama, Hatha Yoga Pradipika
On Karma: Worthless people blame thier Karma. - Burmese Proverb
Or, for the more specific querries, Quote Garden has:
On Administrative Assistant Day: No one who achieves success does so without acknowledging the help of others. The wise and confident acknowledge this help with gratitude. - Author Unknown
On Censorship: The fact is that censorship always defeats its own purpose, for it creates, in the end, the kind of society that is incapable of exercising real discretion. - Henry Steele Commager
On Needlework: The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path. - Mason Cooley
And so I feel it is appropriate to end this posting with a favortie of mine.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. - Dr. Seuss
On education: Education is what has remained after one has forgotten what one has learned in school. - Albert Einstien
On breathing: When the breath wanders the mind also is unsteady. But when the breath is calmed the mind too will be still, and the yogi achieves long life. Therefore, one should learn to control the breath. - Svatmarama, Hatha Yoga Pradipika
On Karma: Worthless people blame thier Karma. - Burmese Proverb
Or, for the more specific querries, Quote Garden has:
On Administrative Assistant Day: No one who achieves success does so without acknowledging the help of others. The wise and confident acknowledge this help with gratitude. - Author Unknown
On Censorship: The fact is that censorship always defeats its own purpose, for it creates, in the end, the kind of society that is incapable of exercising real discretion. - Henry Steele Commager
On Needlework: The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path. - Mason Cooley
And so I feel it is appropriate to end this posting with a favortie of mine.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. - Dr. Seuss
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Ramble
It is absolutely astounding to me how much my friends can write. I mean Hugo, Bebo, and Joe just seem to have words to spare. (especially Hugo and Joe) I simply cannot fathom it. All durring gradeschool the most common comment on my papers and presentations was "very concise" which is nice teacher code for "too short." It's not that I don't have a lot to say. I do, oh trust me I do. But I just don't seem to have that most coveted of abilities: being able to ramble. My conciseivitis continued all throughout middleschool and on into college. I just seemed to SAY what needed saying. This always seemed like a very bad thing to me. Years of asking teachers, "Now by three pages do you mean that it must be EXACTLY three pages or could it be two and three quarters? Figuratively speaking of course." And all of this seemed so at odds with my personality. I love a good story. In fact get me going and it's hard to get me to shut up. Oh well .......
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