Mistakes are a fact of life: It is the response to the error that counts.
The whole of my life I have relied on my beauty first, brains second.
It was expected, even requested. But You saw right through me from the start.
You are the only man I’ve ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me.
And I find myself wanting you to know the whole me.
We are all ghosts,” Morris Klapper said at last. “We are conceived in a moment of death and born out of ghost wombs, and we play in the streets with other little ghosts, chanting ghost-rhymes and scratching to become real. We are told that life is full of goals and that, although it is sadly necessary to fight, you can at least choose your war. But we learn that for ghosts there can only be one battle: to become real. A few of us make it, thus encouraging other ghosts to believe it can be done.
Every act and choice you make is creating the real you and shaping your real life.
Your intelligence enhances your ability to think and recollect, dream and set realistic goals. Your stamina is built on your passion for progress and willingness to excel… When you have a great stamina, you can make great impact even with a low intelligent quotient!
Why anyone’s argument for god(s) is fallacious, especially as a causal agent:
Imagine Michael and Jessica are at Jimmy’s house sitting at the kitchen table. Jessica steps outside to take a phone call. When she returns her drink is spilled.
Jessica asks, “How did my drink get knocked over?
I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I’ve already been caught and trapped and he’s merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.
It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree
You worry me, Mags, so self-contained and quiet. Hazelton would not have been my choice for you.”
“He’s a man who dwells in the shadows and appears to like it there. You have enough shadows of your own.”
“Maybe he sees me as I really am because shadows don’t deter him.
And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles…