Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Ropes.

Been here. Done this.
I'm a wreck sometimes.
Although, things are sailing along.

I'm the fat kid in gym class caught in his jump rope. The guitar out of tune.
Awkward, but in place.
Overly spastic, but much needed in a world of seriousness and sorrow.

The highlights of my day would include everything from practice to lunch.
Yes. Practice to lunch. And everything in between.

But solemnity has washed over me.
I'm tired and thrown in.
What do I do?

No song can answer this.
For the first time I find that music hasn't brought forth an obvious answer.

The universe wants me to solve my own problems for now.
How strange.


- This was my most recent journal entry for history class. It answered a question. I thought it elaborate, but short and to the point. Does that make any sense? You decide:
                                  When you have hit your absolute low, when you can't speak, think, let alone eat                                                      the way you usually do...when there is no hope, and sleeping is the only                                                  time of day you look forward to. 

1 comment:

Alices Wonderland said...

Once upon a time....a very very long time ago. I faced the worst experience of my life. I was too young to even imagine how to cope. But heck, life moves on and you cope even when you don't think you know how.

Someone very wise gave me a copy of Desiderata at that time. It was an edited version-- and depending on the day certain lines of this would give me peace. I prefer my little edited version but figured I'd share the full version since different lines will probably speak to you differently.

I think this blog is a great way to vent and shake your fist at the world and even to ponder and query and develop those writing skills...so don't get me wrong--I think you should continue to do that. But I hope some of these lines of simple wisdom will speak to you on days when coping just doesn't come as easy.
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Desiderata-- written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s --


Go placidly amid the noise and the 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 to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.


If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or 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 in your soul.



With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.