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It was raining. Keith was standing right under the window and shouted Meryl:
- How don't ya understand! Now I do everything! Anything!
She stood in her room by the window and listened to it all. She wanted to forgive him, but she did not know whether it is right. But our story does not begin with this rainy evening. It started about three months ago, on a warm sunny spring day on the street.
As you understand, it was spring. Meryl sat on the grass beside the road, this little fenced-clearing and a low stone wall. She lay down on it and admired the sunset. Around her lay something. It was a skateboard. She tried to learn to skate on it. But it nothing happened, and she sat down to rest.
Keith just was walking, just like always. He liked to walk around spring evenings.Then he paused for a moment and saw the silhouette of a female near the fence. He walked silently and boldly sat down beside her. He saw around her skate and ask:
At first she was embarrassed.
- No. I'm just le
CarI want to tell you a story from my life.
This happened almost two years ago, but it all started much earlier. From the first class, I was acquainted with a girl. Her name was Tanya. Honey, modest, good and hardworking girl. She was never one to offend. Beautiful baby. She loved all around, all living things: people, birds, animals, nature.And then came that fateful day before the first of September. At high speed she hit by a car while she was walking on the crosswalk with her older sister. They were hit by a car ... Tanya died on the spot, her sister is now disabled. The worst thing that a driver who got out, first began to approach her car and inspect it. Lord. What kind of callous person? Once I learned a long time I suffered and cried. I can not call her my friend, we are not talking much ... how unfair life is. Tanya, we remember you ...
A Few of My Thoughts on Atheism and ScienceFor me, personally, I have always loved nature.
I have found it captivating and breathtaking my entire life.
But once I came to the conclusion that my ideals were best suited to an atheist viewpoint nature became so much more incredible.
The massive trees, the outrageous insects, the fantastic beasts, and the thundering waterfalls; they weren’t the will of a divine being or a magical force unseen.
They just were.
Because science. Fuck you, that’s why.
And how cool is that?
How cool is it that we don’t NEED almighty intervention or a powerful deity to get all of this?
All of these colors and emotions and all of the cosmos and every blade of grass in the ground and hair on your head is just because it is.
Because that’s just the way it evolved to be.
It is so incredibly logical and seemingly random and entrancingly gorgeous.
No one put the stars in the sky, no one painted the butterfly’s wings.
Nothing told the rain the fall, or taught the fish
Have You Ever?Have You Ever?
Have you ever just wondered what goes through someone's mind when they hear your beliefs and opinions? Maybe when they agree with you, they really just don't want to start an argument? Or maybe they start a fight to see how you handle yourself, to learn who you are on the inside?
Have you ever wondered what they were really thinking when they respond to you? Maybe their compliment was really a disguised insult? Or maybe what came off offensive was really just them trying to find a way to say something nice?
Have you ever wondered if when someone argues with you they are really arguing with themselves? Maybe they are using you as a deflector, a way to argue on the outside, a way to make their inner struggle tangible? Or maybe they are so bound up with frustration and stress that they snap at any chance to hurt someone else or vent their own negativity?
Have you ever just wondered? Have you?
Do you ever think about what someone else's journey may be? What problems they may
The writer in godAmong artists I believe there are a few things that unite them all. Art itself is complex thing and the making of it consists mostly of struggling to go beyond your own capabilities and postponing the wish to hang yourself. Artists make the most beautiful things; one might paint a work of art more beautiful than the reality, or sculpt something so extraordinary that you wish it were just a little bit more alive. Now some might want to argue, but written word is no different. We writers can sketch situations just as well as any painter. It is just through different means.
So I want to sketch a scene here for you. I will start with some silly lines and vague impressions.
Let’s say there was once a powerful being, an omnipotent creature, so imaginative and so creative that he had the universe at his fingertips. And If I must believe that which is written down in the bible explains that god created the world and mankind in seven days. Then we are a form of art are we not? We come for
The Magian store. ProloguePrologue. Hidden piece of the story of creation
Having read a few years ago, "Alice in Wonderland", I was suddenly filled again the emotions that I felt through this wonderful adult "children" story.
The other day I thought, despite the age and condition of the person, he likes toys. Yes, you may think it's stupid and too naive. But, in my opinion, the child lives in the soul of each person. Yes, some people claim that their soul very firmly settled adult and experienced people. Again error. In my heart there is no adult, there is only a child, but a little grown-up.
He sits in a comfortable recliner with a cup of cocoa in hand; old warm blanket carefully covers the shoulders of the child, warming them; dry wood crackling in the fireplace; dancing shadows on the floor of the quiet flames decorate big soft carpet; and only lie on the floor of the old toy.
Well, perhaps, you have presented me with the image of the child matured. But I want to note that each person lives his kid at
Blindly Accepted FaithThey strive to learn more of their believe. Trying to convince themselves of its teachings even if evidence is little. But I cannot judge them. I cannot argue. For I know as little as them. But my mind is not convinced. I require more than just spoken words from the mouth of a blind follower. Yet as I watch, so do I hear. I hear as they speak words of paradise, love and hope. Maybe that is the reason for their blindness. For them it is their guiding light. And without it,they are lost. Oh how fragile the human mind is.
Monday 4/14/14 Goodbyes 4/14/14
I've been thinking a lot about goodbyes lately. I'm about to graduate from high school and in my choir we have a tradition of doing this thing called a "senior roast", where we basically give our final messages to our fellow seniors. I haven't decided what I'm going to say yet -probably a bunch of mushy stuff- and I hope people say nice things about me.
I realized today, however, that goodbyes are never pleasant. I don't mean, "Goodbye, see you tomorrow." I mean,"Goodbye, have a nice life. I'm probably never going to see you again. Those goodbyes just plain suck, especially if you love the person. Today I learned that a very dear friend of mine might be moving far away. I am still hoping that they will not have to move, otherwise I will be very heartbroken.
Another thing that I will be saying goodbye to very soon is my childhood. I am turning eighteen in August and I am not afraid to admit that I am scared. I am not the person I pictured I would be c
About what?About what?
Today I rode the subway. I was sitting. At the door stood a young girl. Why she got there? Maybe just was not the place, just maybe did not want to sit and ... who knows? Only she, and maybe she does not know. Why is her head is down? Maybe she's upset, and she was tired, or hurt her ... who knows? Only she said.What was she thinking? Nobody knows, but she. The most amazing thing she did not move for the time of the train. She stood there and did not move, as if she - a statue. Even more surprising was the fact that she was in the hands of a sprig of lilac. White lilacs. Why not? Someone gave her this, she tore it or to give to someone? Who knows? Only she said. All are different and so she is. Who is she? She is ..... me.
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