“I'm
awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live
according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm
restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by
the stars again.”
"An effective way to say as who is
morally RIGHT is that if a person does speak or write
the corrective things consistently, then the networking people
often tend to ignore him or do not like his thoughts
ever."
~Anuj Somany
~Anuj Somany
“
I
fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some
in painting, some in landscape, but I find it in words. By
beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another
world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or
romance out of which the world has been constructed, a feeling
there is something more than the mundane, and a reason for our
plodding.—Donald Miller
”
Mountains
and Mystery
When I glance over at one of the countless small mountains I pass while on the road, it seems mysterious and important. It seems as if it might be a sacred place that holds an answer for me. If I interrupt my trip and turn off to explore the mountain, the closer I get to it, the more normal it looks. Eventually, when I’m standing next to it, I realize it’s just a big pile of dirt and stone. It’s dusty and dry. Occasional bits of litter have blown in and collected in the less-windy spots. It’s surrounded by fences put up by the various people who own plots of land around it and probably have long-standing disagreements with their neighbors.
The geological processes that continue to shape the mountain might be interesting, but that’s probably because they cannot be observed and must be imagined. Imagination provides its own wonder and interest to anything it considers.
So many things in life are like that mountain.
Our imagination might be the most beautiful part of the world, since it’s precisely when we imagine how things or people might be that they take on that beauty.
Once we explore anything, once we get our first job, first love, first anything, and we live with it for a while—once we actually experience something on a daily basis—it becomes normal, boring, dry, uninspiring, disappointing, and even forgettable.
Nobody remains as mysterious as we had imagined him or her to be. No endeavor satisfies us as we had imagined it would.
No secret seems worth preserving once we learn it. The keeping of a secret is precisely the thing that gives it value. Call something a secret, and everyone wants to know it. Try instead to spread the word freely, and no one has time to listen.
We are all drawn to the wonders of our own imaginings. We are all disappointed by reality.
Life is only beautiful while we imagine it to be.
When I glance over at one of the countless small mountains I pass while on the road, it seems mysterious and important. It seems as if it might be a sacred place that holds an answer for me. If I interrupt my trip and turn off to explore the mountain, the closer I get to it, the more normal it looks. Eventually, when I’m standing next to it, I realize it’s just a big pile of dirt and stone. It’s dusty and dry. Occasional bits of litter have blown in and collected in the less-windy spots. It’s surrounded by fences put up by the various people who own plots of land around it and probably have long-standing disagreements with their neighbors.
The geological processes that continue to shape the mountain might be interesting, but that’s probably because they cannot be observed and must be imagined. Imagination provides its own wonder and interest to anything it considers.
So many things in life are like that mountain.
Our imagination might be the most beautiful part of the world, since it’s precisely when we imagine how things or people might be that they take on that beauty.
Once we explore anything, once we get our first job, first love, first anything, and we live with it for a while—once we actually experience something on a daily basis—it becomes normal, boring, dry, uninspiring, disappointing, and even forgettable.
Nobody remains as mysterious as we had imagined him or her to be. No endeavor satisfies us as we had imagined it would.
No secret seems worth preserving once we learn it. The keeping of a secret is precisely the thing that gives it value. Call something a secret, and everyone wants to know it. Try instead to spread the word freely, and no one has time to listen.
We are all drawn to the wonders of our own imaginings. We are all disappointed by reality.
Life is only beautiful while we imagine it to be.
Every idea that could ever be thought of is lying
dormant in every mind across the globe.
In this house we believe in magic, we have epic adventures once upon a time and in galaxies far away we do wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff while going where no man has gone before. We know the answer to everything is 42 and that the odds are ever in our favor. We do cosplay and passion and we aim to misbehave. And we don't care what others think because in this house we do geek.
“
you're already
A
Starfish..
#SpongebobHipsterpants
”
