I want to study philosophy again, just so I can make fun puns.
We can have a picnic in the park. Enjoy some Wittgenstein’s Linguini Turn, with Heideggeround beef meatballs. Have some Foucaultslaw on the side, and sip on some Raspberry Iced Ror-Tea. Afterward, kick back with a throwback to the good old days – Apple Augustini.
Dense fog covers the ground
Muffles the sky, stills the air.
Covers the sun, so its brilliance
All that can be seen
Is its form, its harshness softened.
So obscured, yet so much more clear.
A paradoxical atmospheric observation?
Any thought that tells you that you don’t deserve to be happy is not worth considering.
Any voice that says that you will never find fulfillment because you aren’t worth it is lying.
And any time that same corrosive thinking that says that any joy that you experience in this life is an illusory reprieve from the unending searing misery that is your ultimate destiny and that in the end you will live a broken, cold, and hopeless life returns, give it not a passing notice.
My destiny is one of beauty, laughter, and hope.
And life is too short to dwell in falsehood.
sun-dappered hot chocolate kiss
minuscule powdered silvery consecration
somnolent seersucker popsicle mistletoe
incidental one night Mexican standoff
octogenarian bulbous superfluous maxillofacial peculiarity
Something I appreciate about this new media world of ours is the ability to sift through others’ writings and gain a glimpse into their minds. My friends who have blogs record their dreams, ideas, bizarre contemplations and provide them for all to enjoy. They have given the world the key to their lockbox of treasured letters and half-remembered reveries. They have chosen to share the beauty and majesty that is themselves, and the world is the better for it. It is an experience utterly individualistic yet undeniably communal. We do not latch to a hive-mind mentality, only expressing thoughts vetted by others. Yet we also do not muffle ourselves, hiding away our thoughts until they become only so much dust. We write and we share and we learn.
Truth has value always. In every expression of it, in every iteration, it carries worth. Never stale, never worn out, never useless. In every retelling by every tongue, it remains weighty.
So let us not grow weary in speaking truth, in building up others, and fighting like hell against all those vituperative voices that seek to tear us down.