* satisified yet restless and wanting
* confident yet shy
* deep yet flippant
* level-headed yet neurotic
* intuitive yet oblivious
* emotional yet phlegmatic
* energetic yet lethargic
* trusting yet wary
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Beautiful poem by Jon Sanders
This poem is about the battle between surviving at all costs and staying true to oneself
Life and I Falling
Life
in all its destitute
is putting on a parachute
'cause it just doesn't feel like dying today
But I stay where I've always been-
defied against our every wind;
not because I love to win,
but because I've always been that way
Life
in its regretted mind
disbelieves in leaving me behind;
but once again we surely find
that it does what it has to do
So maybe I'm out of mind,
or maybe I'm out of time,
or maybe both for staying in
He begged me once to come with him,
He begged me once as a friend
He begged me once to come with him,
but didn't ask again
Life
in its enduring trait
survived again within its fate-
Seldom ever looking back with solemn tone
But convinced he glimpsed, a part of me
had thought he loved the heart of me-
just before he left me on my very own
He was jealous of the art of me-
of how I'm made- the heart of me,
with courage in my every broken bone
He survived to live disheartedly
while I've broken every part of me,
but still he wished that he had never gone
Life
in all its destitute
lived because a parachute
took away the life he had to own
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Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is - Jim MorrisonIf you hear a voice within you say "you cannot paint," then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced - Vincent Van Gogh
How can you explain that you need to know that the trees are still there, and the hills and the sky? Anyone knows they are. How can you say it is time your pulse responded to another rhythm, the rhythm of the day and the season instead of the hour and the minute? No, you cannot explain. So you walk. ~Author unknown