An incoherent poem
Seconds that invade my time
get away don't make me rhyme
rhythms of boredom
dance in my head
they tell me that i should never,
with this crazy thoughts go ahead.
So now i do know
what craziness feels like,
a little bit like kittens
a little bit like mice.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
On Life and Death
Today in my lit class we were dealing with some 18 century poets that wrote their own epitaphs(the words that will be written on your grave) because they wanted to set out how they wanted to be remembered once they were dead. That took me to think, how i want to be remembered once I am no more, which i will not share with anyone but my pillow. Other than that, it made me reflect on the fact that nobody wants to be forgotten. Now this is a very strong fear that most of the human race carries in their hearts, next to the fear of death. But the truth is that we will all be forgotten, some quicker than others but in the end, we will all be a distant scent of something that was a long time ago, that's how generations works. That's why i pity the persons that spend all their lives trying to be remembered for doing great things and leave behind the possibility of actually enjoying their life and doing the little things that really make us important and at some point, unforgetable. Don't live all your life planning what you will do with your future because as someone once said, the future is today. So go and enjoy the simple pleasures of life at least once a day, give someone unknown a friendly smile, hug your kids and tell them that you love them, eat a chocolate bombom, have a big ice cream with sprinkles on top, make love to the one you hold dear, enjoy a glass of wine with dinner, play with your pet, help your neighbor, jumpfrom a plane, do whatever you think will make an unforgetable moment. You can be thinking right know that those are meager, insignificant things, but go ahead, try it I can guarantee you it's worth it. And last butnot least, who cares if others remember you or not, what should be important is that when you look back to your memories you'll say, "I lived a meaningful life, yes, I'm ready to go"
Today in my lit class we were dealing with some 18 century poets that wrote their own epitaphs(the words that will be written on your grave) because they wanted to set out how they wanted to be remembered once they were dead. That took me to think, how i want to be remembered once I am no more, which i will not share with anyone but my pillow. Other than that, it made me reflect on the fact that nobody wants to be forgotten. Now this is a very strong fear that most of the human race carries in their hearts, next to the fear of death. But the truth is that we will all be forgotten, some quicker than others but in the end, we will all be a distant scent of something that was a long time ago, that's how generations works. That's why i pity the persons that spend all their lives trying to be remembered for doing great things and leave behind the possibility of actually enjoying their life and doing the little things that really make us important and at some point, unforgetable. Don't live all your life planning what you will do with your future because as someone once said, the future is today. So go and enjoy the simple pleasures of life at least once a day, give someone unknown a friendly smile, hug your kids and tell them that you love them, eat a chocolate bombom, have a big ice cream with sprinkles on top, make love to the one you hold dear, enjoy a glass of wine with dinner, play with your pet, help your neighbor, jumpfrom a plane, do whatever you think will make an unforgetable moment. You can be thinking right know that those are meager, insignificant things, but go ahead, try it I can guarantee you it's worth it. And last butnot least, who cares if others remember you or not, what should be important is that when you look back to your memories you'll say, "I lived a meaningful life, yes, I'm ready to go"
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
On Human behavior
Why do people find it so hard to understand that there is no person that is perfect? We should never think that others are better than us. We should struggle trough the current of life to find our place, but never forget that we are human and that we have feelings and that we should stop every once in a while to cry, and clean our soul, to laugh, and refill our life points, to talk, so we can clear our minds and more importantly to help the ones that are always walking beside you and backing you up.
Why do people find it so hard to understand that there is no person that is perfect? We should never think that others are better than us. We should struggle trough the current of life to find our place, but never forget that we are human and that we have feelings and that we should stop every once in a while to cry, and clean our soul, to laugh, and refill our life points, to talk, so we can clear our minds and more importantly to help the ones that are always walking beside you and backing you up.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Back on the saddle
So the semester starts again and I will finally be able to go back to books again, what can i say, i'm half nerd. But I gotta admit that I am a little scared, just one more year and I graduate from college, and now is different becase now I am married and live far away from the campus and my husband may be getting a new job so he is not going to be able to take me to campus so i'm gonna have to drive myself there, why exactly am I scared, well, number one i've only had accidents since i've been driving, and the parking lot in the campus can be a very scary place in the rush hours, and besides, it's easier to find a spot in hell than to find a parking spot there. Other than that I am going to start with the real thing of the teaching courses so I have no idea yet of what do I have to do and where they are going to send me so I guess that has me a little nervous too. What can I say, I have the right to feel a little insecure too!
Maybe what's eating me is that i'm going to have to do everything alone. I know that I have my husband and I have friends but in the end, there are some things that you have to do by yourself, so I guess i'll deal with it as I always do, with my 4 step program to deal with changes:
1. Avoid the subject until the time is near(checked)
2. Have a panick attack a few days before
3. Accept it
4. Deal with it
To find out in the end that it wasn't that bad after all.
In other topics, i was completely dissapointed with the Simpsons movie, I expected something better.
So the semester starts again and I will finally be able to go back to books again, what can i say, i'm half nerd. But I gotta admit that I am a little scared, just one more year and I graduate from college, and now is different becase now I am married and live far away from the campus and my husband may be getting a new job so he is not going to be able to take me to campus so i'm gonna have to drive myself there, why exactly am I scared, well, number one i've only had accidents since i've been driving, and the parking lot in the campus can be a very scary place in the rush hours, and besides, it's easier to find a spot in hell than to find a parking spot there. Other than that I am going to start with the real thing of the teaching courses so I have no idea yet of what do I have to do and where they are going to send me so I guess that has me a little nervous too. What can I say, I have the right to feel a little insecure too!
Maybe what's eating me is that i'm going to have to do everything alone. I know that I have my husband and I have friends but in the end, there are some things that you have to do by yourself, so I guess i'll deal with it as I always do, with my 4 step program to deal with changes:
1. Avoid the subject until the time is near(checked)
2. Have a panick attack a few days before
3. Accept it
4. Deal with it
To find out in the end that it wasn't that bad after all.
In other topics, i was completely dissapointed with the Simpsons movie, I expected something better.
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