hyperion*
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i miss witty's glory days
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i wrote these things when i was 14 and lonely, they are weird and cringy but i am glad they are preserved here. this is my time capsule. (04/11/20 check-in).
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4 Pieces Of Wisdom To Inspire You
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1. First: Remember;
"Success is a continuous journey."
-Richard St. John
2. Second,
Believe in yourself.
3. Third,
If you feel overwhelmed, focus on one thing at a time.
4. Lastly:
"The future belongs to those who learn more skills and combine them in a creative way."
______________________________
4 Pieces Of Wisdom To Inspire You
______________________________
1. First: Remember;
"Success is a continuous journey."
-Richard St. John
2. Second,
Believe in yourself.
3. Third,
If you feel overwhelmed, focus on one thing at a time.
4. Lastly:
"The future belongs to those who learn more skills and combine them in a creative way."
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keep
your hopes up high and your head down
low~~
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
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Across from me at the kitchen table, my
mother smiles over red wine that she drinks out of a measuring
glass.
She says she doesn't deprive herself,
but I've learned to find nuance in every movement of her fork.
In every crinkle in her brow as she offers me the uneaten pieces on her plate.
I've realized she only eats dinner when I suggest it.
I wonder what she does when I'm not there to do so.
Maybe this is why my house feels bigger each time I return; it's proportional.
As she shrinks the space around her seems increasingly vast.
She wanes while my father waxes. His stomach has grown round with wine, late nights, oysters, poetry.
A new girlfriend who was overweight as a teenager, but my dad reports that now she's "crazy about fruit."
It was the same with his parents;
as my grandmother became frail and angular her husband swelled to red round cheeks, rotund stomach
and I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking
making space for the entrance of men into their lives
not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.
I have been taught accommodation.
My brother never thinks before he speaks.
I have been taught to filter.
"How can anyone have a relationship to food?" He asks, laughing, as I eat the black bean soup I chose for its lack of carbs.
I want to tell say: we come from difference, Jonas,
you have been taught to grow out
I have been taught to grow in
you learned from our father how to emit, how to produce, to roll each thought off your tongue with confidence, you used to lose your voice every other week from shouting so much
I learned to absorb
I took lessons from our mother in creating space around myself
I learned to read the knots in her forehead while the guys went out for oysters
and I never meant to replicate her, but
spend enough time sitting across from someone and you pick up their habits
that's why women in my family have been shrinking for decades.
We all learned it from each other, the way each generation taught the next how to knit weaving silence in between the threads
which I can still feel as I walk through this ever-growing house,
skin itching,
picking up all the habits my mother has unwittingly dropped like bits of crumpled paper from her pocket on her countless trips from bedroom to kitchen to bedroom again,
Nights I hear her creep down to eat plain yogurt in the dark, a fugitive stealing calories to which she does not feel entitled.
Deciding how many bites is too many
How much space she deserves to occupy.
Watching the struggle I either mimic or hate her,
And I don't want to do either anymore
but the burden of this house has followed me across the country
I asked five questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word "sorry".
I don't know the requirements for the sociology major because I spent the entire meeting deciding whether or not I could have another piece of pizza
a circular obsession I never wanted but
inheritance is accidental
still staring at me with wine-stained lips from across the kitchen table.
She says she doesn't deprive herself,
but I've learned to find nuance in every movement of her fork.
In every crinkle in her brow as she offers me the uneaten pieces on her plate.
I've realized she only eats dinner when I suggest it.
I wonder what she does when I'm not there to do so.
Maybe this is why my house feels bigger each time I return; it's proportional.
As she shrinks the space around her seems increasingly vast.
She wanes while my father waxes. His stomach has grown round with wine, late nights, oysters, poetry.
A new girlfriend who was overweight as a teenager, but my dad reports that now she's "crazy about fruit."
It was the same with his parents;
as my grandmother became frail and angular her husband swelled to red round cheeks, rotund stomach
and I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking
making space for the entrance of men into their lives
not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.
I have been taught accommodation.
My brother never thinks before he speaks.
I have been taught to filter.
"How can anyone have a relationship to food?" He asks, laughing, as I eat the black bean soup I chose for its lack of carbs.
I want to tell say: we come from difference, Jonas,
you have been taught to grow out
I have been taught to grow in
you learned from our father how to emit, how to produce, to roll each thought off your tongue with confidence, you used to lose your voice every other week from shouting so much
I learned to absorb
I took lessons from our mother in creating space around myself
I learned to read the knots in her forehead while the guys went out for oysters
and I never meant to replicate her, but
spend enough time sitting across from someone and you pick up their habits
that's why women in my family have been shrinking for decades.
We all learned it from each other, the way each generation taught the next how to knit weaving silence in between the threads
which I can still feel as I walk through this ever-growing house,
skin itching,
picking up all the habits my mother has unwittingly dropped like bits of crumpled paper from her pocket on her countless trips from bedroom to kitchen to bedroom again,
Nights I hear her creep down to eat plain yogurt in the dark, a fugitive stealing calories to which she does not feel entitled.
Deciding how many bites is too many
How much space she deserves to occupy.
Watching the struggle I either mimic or hate her,
And I don't want to do either anymore
but the burden of this house has followed me across the country
I asked five questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word "sorry".
I don't know the requirements for the sociology major because I spent the entire meeting deciding whether or not I could have another piece of pizza
a circular obsession I never wanted but
inheritance is accidental
still staring at me with wine-stained lips from across the kitchen table.
My friends and I started the first day of kindergarten
with sweaty palms and runs in our tights
and Dillon got bashful when he saw me on the bus
and hid his head in the seat.
And Michelle and I played dress up for hours in her mother's closet
talking about what it would be like to act like
the big kids.
My friends and I started the first day of middle school
with sweaty palms and new jeans
and Dillon and I kissed under the jungle gym last year
but he liked another girl more than me.
And Michelle kissed all of her big brother's friends
and tried to be just like
the big kids.
My friends and I started the first day of high school
with sweaty palms and heavy textbooks
and Dillon has been dating Hannah for two months
and gives me looks in the hallway.
And it seems like Michelle has been trying to play dress up in her mother's closet again
and all the boys look at her
and she loves it.
And it seems like no one will take you seriously unless
you're a big kid.
My friends and I said good bye the last day of Senior Year
with fond memories and our graduation caps
and Dillon took his own life last year
because Hannah forgot they were dating
for a night.
And Michelle stays home mostly now
because her baby needs her more than she needs her degree
and it scares me now
because we are
the big kids.
with sweaty palms and runs in our tights
and Dillon got bashful when he saw me on the bus
and hid his head in the seat.
And Michelle and I played dress up for hours in her mother's closet
talking about what it would be like to act like
the big kids.
My friends and I started the first day of middle school
with sweaty palms and new jeans
and Dillon and I kissed under the jungle gym last year
but he liked another girl more than me.
And Michelle kissed all of her big brother's friends
and tried to be just like
the big kids.
My friends and I started the first day of high school
with sweaty palms and heavy textbooks
and Dillon has been dating Hannah for two months
and gives me looks in the hallway.
And it seems like Michelle has been trying to play dress up in her mother's closet again
and all the boys look at her
and she loves it.
And it seems like no one will take you seriously unless
you're a big kid.
My friends and I said good bye the last day of Senior Year
with fond memories and our graduation caps
and Dillon took his own life last year
because Hannah forgot they were dating
for a night.
And Michelle stays home mostly now
because her baby needs her more than she needs her degree
and it scares me now
because we are
the big kids.
L.S.
Hello this quote is actually parts of my
comment from Ethanol's current top quote about things. Just
go read the quote and come back later if you need
to.
"I'm actually laughing really hard because 50% of the comments are like,
'Oooh well since the 2nd girl has a bad outer appearance, she probably has a great personality, and since the first girl is supposedly flawless, she must be a total b//tch.'
No.
That is absolutely not how it works.
You can dress all pretty and be pretty and be the nicest person ever, or you can dress averagely or even like a slob and be the worst person to be around.
Everyone is getting inner and outer beauty confused.
THIS STATEMENT IS ABOUT OUTER BEAUTY.
It is about acting like everyone is a charity and beauty points will feed the hungry and clothe the poor.
News flash: they don't.
People need to realize that 'beautiful' is not the best thing you can ever amount to and that they need to stop lying to others and themselves.
I don't see what's hard to understand about that.
(((And for demographical purposes, I fall into the second category - with blonde hair tho wow i must be dumb and rude and have no reasonable opinion oops no bye)))"
"I'm actually laughing really hard because 50% of the comments are like,
'Oooh well since the 2nd girl has a bad outer appearance, she probably has a great personality, and since the first girl is supposedly flawless, she must be a total b//tch.'
No.
That is absolutely not how it works.
You can dress all pretty and be pretty and be the nicest person ever, or you can dress averagely or even like a slob and be the worst person to be around.
Everyone is getting inner and outer beauty confused.
THIS STATEMENT IS ABOUT OUTER BEAUTY.
It is about acting like everyone is a charity and beauty points will feed the hungry and clothe the poor.
News flash: they don't.
People need to realize that 'beautiful' is not the best thing you can ever amount to and that they need to stop lying to others and themselves.
I don't see what's hard to understand about that.
(((And for demographical purposes, I fall into the second category - with blonde hair tho wow i must be dumb and rude and have no reasonable opinion oops no bye)))"