There's something to be said about not having the words. When you rack your brain trying to find the right words & you just can't. There's something to be said about staring at a blank piece of paper, scratching out line after line after line; about taking the time to figure out exactly what you want to say until it's been perfected.
There's something to be said about being able to reread the words. About putting them to paper. There's something about writing out how I feel that gets me every time. Spoken word can be frustrating. The words that I want to come out get gummed up in the works. I lose them. Then I get lost & I've lost the moment, the argument, the moment where my point could have been made.
There's something to be said about believing in yourself & in the knowledge that you possess. Believe in yourself, in your intelligence. Believe that you are special (in one way or another, we all are). Don't get down on yourself. Stand tall.
"When the mob & the press & the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, & tell the whole world--
--No you move."
I like(d) to think I know who I am, but in reality I'm constantly changing. My beliefs, my values, the person I am... it's a constant state of change, & even though I may have accepted it, I think I'm just now finally coming to terms with it.
Dreams. Imagination. Exploration. Open your mind. Open your world. Childhood wonder is a beautiful thing.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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