acceptance from KCOM
"Life contains but two tragedies. One is not to get your heart's desire; the other is to get it."
--Socrates
You hope to find peace and strength... it seems that the stupid everyday things we tend to dwell on are so insignificant, yet each moment seems to add up to something that's bigger than you'd ever imagine. It's a strange feeling when all of the little things you've worked on in life start to amount to something bigger... the feeling inside when "going to..." becomes "will..." it's the moment when all of the "maybes" become more certain. The reality of following through with your dreams seems hard to swallow at first, but its worth in the end will be immeasurable.
I miss talking to you, laughing with you and even complaining to you... it's the stupid things we miss about people, like remembering the exact color of their eyes, the nuances of their hair color, how their eyes wrinkle when they smile, the way they move their hands in a gesture of kindness. There are plenty of intimate things that we can know about people, even though we don't always realize it.
I am about to embark in to the business of knowing people...of trying to figure out what it is they do and why they are doing it, and also of course, why it may be causing a problem within them. It is ubiquitous. It is reaching. It is amazing what you can know...perhaps more amazing that which you cannot. It can all be an interesting concoction to swallow. The ultimate fear in the end is that wordly intimacy might supercede personal intimacy... but is that ok? is the question.
While I'm tired and hungry, not to mention frustrated with my computer and digtal camera-- right now I'm enchanted with a complementary combination of cranberry and orange scents for the holiday. Combined, they actually really smell like sweet tarts... yum
k
--Socrates
You hope to find peace and strength... it seems that the stupid everyday things we tend to dwell on are so insignificant, yet each moment seems to add up to something that's bigger than you'd ever imagine. It's a strange feeling when all of the little things you've worked on in life start to amount to something bigger... the feeling inside when "going to..." becomes "will..." it's the moment when all of the "maybes" become more certain. The reality of following through with your dreams seems hard to swallow at first, but its worth in the end will be immeasurable.
I miss talking to you, laughing with you and even complaining to you... it's the stupid things we miss about people, like remembering the exact color of their eyes, the nuances of their hair color, how their eyes wrinkle when they smile, the way they move their hands in a gesture of kindness. There are plenty of intimate things that we can know about people, even though we don't always realize it.
I am about to embark in to the business of knowing people...of trying to figure out what it is they do and why they are doing it, and also of course, why it may be causing a problem within them. It is ubiquitous. It is reaching. It is amazing what you can know...perhaps more amazing that which you cannot. It can all be an interesting concoction to swallow. The ultimate fear in the end is that wordly intimacy might supercede personal intimacy... but is that ok? is the question.
While I'm tired and hungry, not to mention frustrated with my computer and digtal camera-- right now I'm enchanted with a complementary combination of cranberry and orange scents for the holiday. Combined, they actually really smell like sweet tarts... yum
k
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