Exuberance is beauty

"You understand the material, you're just struggling at putting your thoughts into words"

Story of my life. I've never been good at expressing myself. I have to think long and hard of stuff I want to say before I say it, for fear that i am going to hurt someone or because Im not sure of what I want to say.

Im frustrated, feeling.. not stressed; but just not smart. I am glad that I passed that assignment with an average (ish) mark because I truthfully didn't understand "The Ethics" that well.

I need to not be hard on myself. Not have an anxiety attack. Breath.

I just thought I was better at this sort of thing.

eternity is in love with the productions of time

So just lean back, escape. Realize the day, dance in the rain.
Feel the thoughts of everyone around you, accept the spirits
that pass by, accept all of this and just understand that you
are you, and that's all that matters right now. Breath in and out
Meditate.


These days are the ones that I tend to distance myself. A rainy dark day of grey clouds and cold rain. Where regardless of the shoes you're wearing, your feet are still cold and wet. Even through wool socks.

The day that is today will be one where I distance myself from many. I take a breath and think. Poetry does this to me. It completely overwhelms me in my thoughts and what I am taking of it, sometimes I want to speak out the deeper meaning, but for fear of awkwardness I bite my tongue.

Instead i just made a page of quotes that stuck out to me most in class today

Exuberance is Beauty

Energy is beauty, reason contains it, but reason often takes over. Drawing bold lines of right and wrong.
Question reason, accept the bad and the good.

Beauty will save the world.

If you're going to doubt your soul, taint it or cage it,
then you might as well not have it at all.

The head sublime,
The heart Pathos,
The genitals beauty,
The hands and feet proportion.

Damn braces, Bless relaxes

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings

Improvement makes straight roads, but crooked roads without improvement are genius.

which really just makes me think. Why are people so concentrated on being perfect? Accept flaws, accept accidents, accept mistakes. Learn and move on. With the bad brings the good.

Why must I always feel antsy during the strangest of times. As if a man is peering over my shoulder...

All you need is love.

Fingers covered in fairy dust

Hello. I've missed you.

It's been a while.

I don't know why I've ever stopped.

I shouldn't stop.

I can't stop.

My mind keeps racing. I keep thinking in posts.

I need to write them down.

Maybe someday I'll start.

For right now im too scared.