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  • 51

    A Favorite of 5 users

    I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it :)

    Posted by Anonymous in Life  ID#:630582
  • 52

    A Favorite of 14 users

    The best things in life are the people you love, the places you've seen and the memories you've made along the way...

    Posted by ♥♡StillMyFeelings♡♥ in Life  ID#:630579
  • 53

    A Favorite of 10 users

    I'm not Perfect, I'm Human. I feel Joy, Sadness, Love, Anger, togetherness, seperation, hope, despair, Patience, a sense of urgency, calmness, uproar - I Live, I Love, I hope, I Change, I look at the Now to see a Future. I'm human so I feel :)

    Posted by Cani64 in Life  ID#:630574
  • 54

    A Favorite of 10 users

    So people say, what is there to be positive about? What is there to hope for? And my answer is always the same—Voyager. The two spacecraft we threw out into space with the hope of a planet behind them. One of them carrying a letter that said, “We are attempting to survive our time so we may live into yours”. The most hopeful letter any human being ever wrote. Our thoughts, our languages, our music all travelling now through interstellar space. The odds of either Voyager being intercepted within our lifetimes are infinitesimal, but that’s not the point. The point is that one day, so many days into the future we can’t even comprehend the number, some bored lifeform might scoop up a dead, battered piece of junk and find a planet’s hope inside. And if, against all odds, they can understand it, they might just train their sights on our backwater of space and find the place we once occupied and think, Damn. We missed a trick there. So here we are, going about our lives, and all the while the Voyagers are out there, hurtling onward. Every day you wake up they’re just a little bit closer to something amazing. And that’s what makes me smile every time I think of it. Voyager, and the journey never-ending.

    Posted by GoodHuman in Life  ID#:630573
  • 55

    A Favorite of 16 users

    I hope you will meet someone who will understand your every move. Like an audience who loves to see beneath a dancer’s step.

    Someone who will listen to you even if you’re not muttering any single word. Like a song lover who still listens to the part where there are no lyrics, but only the sound of playing instruments.

    I hope you will meet someone who loves you not only at your brightest days, but someone who will love you more on your gloomiest days.

    Someone who will not get tired when he/she sees you at your weakest, someone who will lift you up and never let you stay down even for a long moment.

    I hope that you will meet someone who makes you feel real glad knowing that you’re still alive, who makes your life more worthwhile.

    I hope that someday, someone will prove to you that even if you are not perfect, you are way beyond perfect and you deserve love more than you’ve had ever imagined.

    Posted by GoodHuman in Life  ID#:630572
  • 56

    A Favorite of 7 users

    My inspiration for writing:

    Write yourself as the moon: hovering, silver-tongued, faraway and somehow still at home.

    Give your sadness a new hobby, comb his hair, scrub his face then tell him to go out and play in the mud.

    Write your mother as a garden, name what now grows in her absence.

    Spell your name with different letters, borrow the algorithm of joy, become an ocean, or a stop-sign, or well-done laughter.

    Write grief as a good lover then break his thieving heart. Conjure a potion for your loneliness while shaming each ingredient for trying to cure your kind of quiet. Drag your grief in by the tongue, become a ventriloquist for the dead.

    Give your fevered heart a pill then confess why you might prefer the sickness.

    Write your body as a vacant city. Whose name is plastered across every billboard?

    Write your father as a father. Do not give him a metaphor as a crutch or a compliment.

    Write what happened as a series of ors, unborn that unwanted returning.

    Write your trauma as a wedding vow then leave that ghost at the alter.

    Poem your blood a bedtime story. Poem your pulse tomorrow’s sun.

    Write what happened then write every reason it was not your fault.

    Write every if of your body as fact. Write your suicide note as a résumé, list every good reason love deserves to hire your hands.

    Poem yourself a praise-dance. Poem yourself a holy and godless church.

    Describe your joy as a boundless child then give that child siblings.

    Translate birdsong.

    Brag about your teeth. Your body is a country, what valuables are beneath your skin? Do you have more bridges or boarders? Your body is a living thing, what do you water it with? Your body is blood and bone, who has mistook you for a metaphor, for smoke?

    Conjure a ghost to keep you company.

    Write grief as a god, then nail his hands to a cross. What must die so that you can survive? Write every reason to end your life, then give each reason five fresh hearts.

    Write your heart as an object, what new invention pumps your blood? What season best sings you alive? If only once, write the future as nonfiction.

    Poem your pain as a gospel song. Take each scar to dinner.

    Decorate a casket for your grief then lower it beneath winter.

    Write yourself as water, as a thing that keeps the earth alive and yes, go ahead. Write yourself dead, buried and unbothered.

    Give your bones to the earth, then write yourself in seven resurrections, clawing your way through the dirt.

    Posted by GoodHuman in Life  ID#:630570
  • 57

    A Favorite of 10 users

    We must all suffer one the of two pains: The pain of discipline or the pain of regret.

    Posted by GoodHuman in Life  ID#:630569
  • 58

    A Favorite of 9 users

    You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

    Posted by GoodHuman in Life  ID#:630568
  • 59

    A Favorite of 7 users

    Books were a safe place, a world apart from my own. No matter what had happened that day, that year, there was always a story in which someone overcame their darkest hour. I wasn’t alone.

    Posted by GoodHuman in Life  ID#:630567
  • 60

    A Favorite of 4 users

    Life is precious so why fast forward it when we can slow down and be in the natural flow of life.

    Posted by adrian mcginn in Life  ID#:630566

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