December 2011
38 posts
me.
I am me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all...
Time Magazine's Person of the Year- The Protester
So, I’ve been meaning to write about this for a little over a week now. There has been a lot of discussion and controversy over Time Magazine’s choice of The Protester as it’s 2011 Person of the year. I wasn’t quite sure what to really think when I first disovered this perplexing news. I found it insanely interesting how true it is from certain aspects— protests...
There is always one person you love who becomes the complete definition of love. It usually happens retrospectively, but it does happen. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are sometimes self-destructive and unreasonable.
I’m not sure if the person who defines your understanding of...
It’s not what you do, it’s how you do it. It’s not...
