when your teacher asks u why ur late to class
“I believe that the things that happen to you as a child greatly shape the rest of your life. I once took a class with a professor who said, ‘Think about your favorite fairytale, the one that makes the greatest impression on you: that is the theme of your life.’ Those early stories are a lot deeper than they seem, and children are attracted to them because of certain interests.
“Similarly, I once heard someone from India say, ‘It doesn’t matter what you do. You are part of a pattern, and you repeat that pattern all your life—unless you’re strong enough to break it.’
“Lastly, I remember a politician being asked by a reporter how he wanted to be remembered at the end of his life. He answered, ‘I’d like to be remembered as someone who did the best he could with what he had.
“So I’ll tell you this about myself: I wasn’t given much in life, but I did the best with what I had.”
Some things are like a drug. They are the cure for loneliness. Fill your own cup. Fill your own cup. Fill your OWN cup.
When your cup’s been filled by ambrosia for too long, what do you do when you lose it? You lose eternal life. No longer god-like, you bask in what was and fight to focus on what is.
Life can be a drug, and when you’re used to living, how do you get used to dying?
By M. Gollus
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i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at war: a conscientious object-or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig westpointer most succinctly bred) took erring Olaf soon in hand; but--though an host of overjoyed noncoms(first knocking on the head him)do through icy waters roll that...
Thank you, Olaf.
The ex-football star. High school was not so long ago. A beer belly and rarely trimmed beard are unwelcome reminders that he’s over-the-hill.
Shots of te-kill-ya are as short-lived and harsh as her almost bid for fame. The tequila makes it easier to face the crowds. After all, aren’t stars supposed to have habits. Tabloids no longer bother with her.
Should’a, would’a, could’a. Those were the days. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. ”Amens.”
Number one killer of dreams. Nostalgia.
The past is more welcome and glorious than the future ever could be. So why look forward when you can look back.