Cherish your solitude. Take trains to place you have never been. Sleep alone under the stars. Learn how to drive stick shift. Go so far that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no whenever you don’t want to do something. Say yes if you’re instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here.
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I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. He was leaning heavily on his cane, looking down, wearing a grimaced face. I felt bad for him, so I smiled and waved when I walked past. His face changed completely. He lit up, smiled wide, and gave me a cheery greeting. There was nothing forced about it. He seemed like a man who went through life looking for the smallest excuses to be happy.
I walked 50 feet down the sidewalk, turned around, and walked back to him. “I want to take your photo,” I told him, “because of how big you smiled when I walked by.”
He said: “Well I saw someone smiling at me who I didn’t even know. So I thought: ‘By God! I Better do something!’”I love this.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]1.PLUG IN YOUR HEADPHONES
2.PRESS PLAY
3.CLOSE YOUR EYES
ENJOY A VIRTUAL HAIRCUT.
DO IT NOW.
YOU HAFTA USE YOUR HEADPHONES OR IT WONT WORK
I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOR A YEAR.
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Stop caring about what people think, stop swallowing your words, stop taking caution in your actions. Listen to what you want, do what you want, this is your life, live it.
Every second brings a fresh beginning, every hour holds a new promise, every night our dreams can bring hope, and every day is what you choose to make it.
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Some of the best moments in life come from doing things that scare you the most.
But I was already a step ahead; I didn’t trust anyone. Not for directions, not for advice. Sure, it sucked to be lost, but I long ago realized that I preferred it to depending on anyone else to get me where I needed to go. That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened, good, bad or anywhere in between, it was always, if nothing else, your own.
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Only I Stand Apart
Childhood best friend; something I’ve never had and never will. Changing schools almost every year resulted in me not being able to stay in touch with the kids I called my friends. With each new school came a new set of friends, who I knew wouldn’t be around much longer than maybe a year. I’ve honestly never known what it means to share secrets and childhood memories with someone you’ve known for almost all of your existence because there’s no such person in my life.
I can’t help but think; all the people I call my best friends now, how much do they really know about me? They could hear a million stories about my childhood, but not one of them was there with me when any of it happened, not one completely understands the happiness, the anger, the pain, or the sadness related to my past. Maybe that’s why I’ve always found it so difficult to open up to others, maybe that’s why there’s not even one person in my life who knows enough about me to even say that they’re actually, truly my best friend, that they know all there is to know about me. Because I know the truth. The truth is not one person knows all there is to know about me because I’ve never told anyone all of it. I’m scared. Scared of opening up only to realize that what I say is just a story for many in order for them to try and get to know me a bit better, something that they may or may not be able to relate to, may or may not be able to understand.
There’s so many people in my life today who are very dear to me, people I love and care for with all my heart, but no one to call my best friend. Maybe because they’ve all been claimed as best friends by someone else and I don’t want to be an option, a replacement, an obstacle between two best friends. They’ve either known each other from childhood or have shared so many memories together that by the time I’m in the picture, it’s already too late. It seems like everyone has somebody, and I’m just sort of there, you know?
It may hurt many who read this because I know I’ve called a few people my best friends. But, they also ought to know and realize that there’s some sort of truth in what I just said up there. A lot of people think they know who I am, but I don’t even know who I am; it’s so difficult for me to explain myself and my thoughts to others and I don’t want anyone to have to deal with me.
Only I stand apart. And I wonder if it’ll always be this way; me, alone, belonging to no one, always standing just outside the party.
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power.to.this.girl.right.here.
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I was reaching out into thin air. There was nothing left to hold on to, only the memories which caught me by surprise at times and vaguely passed through my mind. But as my arms retreated to my side, I learned an important lesson: you can’t hold on to the past forever because the memories will consume you.
Don’t you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything matters. Every drop of rain, every ray of sunlight, every wisp of cloud matters. They matter because I can see them, and if I can see them, then they can see me. And I know that there’s an entire world that cares out there, hiding behind a world that doesn’t, afraid to show who it really is. And with or without you, I will drag that world out of the dirt and the blood and the muck until we live in it. Until we all live in it.
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