what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
a new start.
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Sunday, April 01, 2007
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine as children do.
It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
I realised during the course of my Rover Investiture last night that it was time for me to grow up and to start to learn to face the world with a more conscious mind rather than going through the motions, going with the flow. And I realised that I cannot be somebody that I'm not. Why should I be like the rest when clearly, I'm not like that no matter how hard I try to fit in and be bubbly and "cute" and like them. No, we're not entirely different entities; it's not as if we can't gel. But I just find it hard to find my place and my footing among the rest that it's hard to keep up.
I'm still trying my best. That's what I'll ask of me. And that's what you should ask of me too and nothing less.
People change. As much as they don't like to admit it. As much as I don't like to admit it. Most of the time though, I'm always amazed at how different people look the next time I see them after a long while. Like there seem to be something different about the way they look at you, or how they carry themselves, or how they stand- even though they don't feel any different themselves (Faith, you're SO right).
If I don't talk much, it doesn't mean I'm stoning, or I'm ignoring you, or I'm just simply unsociable at that time. It's just that it's nice to just sit down and be quiet for a while. I mean, you don't have to talk and chatter all the time to fill up the silence. Sometimes silence could be comfortable.