To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.
To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
The salt in our tears,
the water in our memories,
the air in our lungs.
Our body is a
mixture of the sea,
and some of us
are still learning
how to swim.
So you have chosen aloneness. You have chosen the security and the relative freedom of solitude, because there is no risk involved. You can stay up every night and watch your TV shows and eat ice cream out of the box and scroll through your Tumblr and never let your brain sit still, not even for a moment. You can fill your days up with books and coffees and trips to the store where you forget what you wanted the second you walk in the automatic sliding door. You can do so many little, pointless things throughout the day that all you can think of is how badly you want to sleep, how heavy your whole body is, how much your feet hurt. You can wear yourself out again and again on the pavement, and you do, and it feels good.
No one will ever bridge that gap and point to your stomach or your hair or your eyes in the mirror and magically make you see the wonderful things about getting to be next to you. And maybe that’s it, after all, this fear that no one will ever truly feel about you the way you want to be felt about. Maybe what you want is someone to make you love yourself, to put sense into all that positive rhetoric, to make it so the aloneness of TV and blasting music in your ears at all times isn’t the most happy place you can think of. Maybe you want someone who makes you so sure of how wonderful things are that you cannot help but to tell them your feelings first, even at the risk of being humiliated. Because you will know that, when you’re telling them you love them, what you’re really saying is “I love who I become when I am with you.
slide off my tongue
like a drop
of scotch whiskey
Others must be lured
from my throat
with a hook and bait
But there are some
that need to be carved
from my flesh
and slapped down
on the table
like a piece of meat
Max Mundan, Butcher Shop Poetry
© David Rutter 2014
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There are no heart-shaped life jackets
And ours have forgotten how to swim
But let’s just see what happens
If we both
- J. Colón
I want a trouble-maker for a lover, blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea.Rumi (via petrichour)
It may be safer, warmer and more comfortable, always living on the inside looking out, but after a while, the sound of the rain is just not enough anymore; you forget how it feels. And though you may never forget who you are, if you stay away from the world too long, you are guaranteed to forget who you were meant to be. Without others you will lose yourself.
adam stanley All My Sins Remembered
My father did not teach me to be a princess. Instead, he taught me to be an explorer.
My dad never told me to act like a lady.
He told me to be Inquisitive. Silly.
No. My Papi didn’t put me on a pretty pink pedestal, but he did show me how to reach for the stars.
He taught me to keep my feet on the ground.
To dream big and think bigger.
To search for magic hidden beneath the surface.
We’d spend hours digging for trilobites on the muddy banks of the Mississippi.
Searching for perfectly-smooth skipping rocks to save in our shallow pockets.
Unearthing fat, slimy worms to impale on shiny silver hooks.
My father never told me I was his princess.
Instead, he gave me the world.
I imagined us bound
By tiny red strings