"We live on a blue planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves the sea, and you don’t believe in miracles?"
The day after my goldfish died,
my hands were shriveled prunes
from trying to resurrect his heart,
and I put him to rest on my copy
of Slaughterhouse Five, stuck to
Principles of Life,
two books I haven’t opened in years,
and my phone was ringing, but I couldn’t hear it.
[it was a telemarketer asking if I
wanted a food processor]
I said no
pouring the dirty tank water in the sink,
tossing the pebbles in the bottom like
The sinking sound
was like middle-school rejection,
and I had to get a plumber to fix the drain.
|Aurora:||Story of your first kiss|
|Rapunzel:||5 things from your bucket list|
|Dory:||Something someone has told you that you can't forget (two good things and one bad)|
|Pocahontas:||Something new you taught someone.|
|Mulan:||Do you trust your gut feeling? What happened.|
|Jasmine:||The story of when you had to really trust someone. Was it easy?|
|Belle:||Is there someone you are close to who no one else likes? What's the story?|
|Ariel:||Where do you think you belong, and why?|
|Flounder:||Something that surprised you and frightened you.|
|Eric:||Have you ever helped a stranger? What happened.|
|Aladdin:||A sacrifice you made for someone.|
|Tiana:||A time you tried the hardest for something.|
|Boo:||A childhood hero.|
|Cruella:||Something you really want but you aren't allowed to have.|
|Seven Dwarfs:||7 things you like in the people around you.|
|Kronk:||What you are best at in the kitchen?|
|Simba:||Something a parent has taught you.|
|Cinderella:||"A dream is a wish your heart makes" What's that for you?|
|Nemo:||Your bravest moment.|
|Terk:||Are you a big brother/sister figure to anyone?|
|Buzz:||Your favourite fantasy world (aka Harry Potter, Star Wars), if any.|
|Peter Pan:||Something from your childhood that you still love.|
|Merida:||What are you most passionate about?|
i haven’t written poetry in a while
academia has been busy zapping my soul
the cobwebs choke my creativity
but at least i know the contents of the
i swallowed through bamboo shoots
my ribosomes are writing the music of existentialism
but no one really cares.
You trace tree rings on my back,
where my bark is chipped from the neighborhood bullies.
Nourish my roots. Make me grow to the sky.
You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.
You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.
If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.
Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.
Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary."
Julien Smith, The Flinch (via larmoyante)