3 posts tagged “life”

The poem that follows is the poem that helped change me to become a better me. From high school until now, it guides me. Sometimes, it guides me without me actually knowing that I'm acting on it. Or some, when I definitely need a reminder, I read through it until it again sinks in. This poem is a definite tool that I can't lose for my survival, for my sanity, for me to be the best I can ever be. It was authored by the way by one of my favorite authors, Anonymous. :)

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk rejection.
To place dreams before a crowd is to risk ridicule.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To go forward in the face of overwhelming odds is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing has nothing, does nothing, is nothing.
He may avoid suffering or sorrow, but he cannot learn, feel, change, grow, or love.
Chained by his certitudes he is a slave.
He has forfeited his freedom.
Only a person who takes risks is FREE.

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"Each friend represents
a world in us,
a world possibly
not born
until they arrive,"
-Anais Nin


"Friends are
the family
we choose
for ourselves,"
-Edna Buchanan

What experience or moment in your life have you learned the most from? 
Submitted by AngieK. 

I spent my high school in a  all-girls Catholic school. At first, I didn't want to thinking I would miss a lot of fun that there could be from a co-ed school where all my friends were going. But I never thought about what joys there would be from my own school. I never saw that for many years. But after about 2 years of thinking I am the most unfortunate girl to be in THAT school , it finally hit me how I have ignored the wonderful things around me.

the girls around me taught me a lot. They taught me to live not relying on boys, and never to think that we would need boys to be 'complete'. They taught me about friendship- it is letting yourself be the wind beneath their wings... it is being happy just to see them spread their colorful wings, and still go back to you, not just when they get a broken wing, but just to give you a hug for comfort, or just to sit and listen. they taught me to risk- and that never risking is the greatest hazard ever in life.

it's not just my classmates, but the teachers, too. They are never content just to lecture endlessly about theories, grammar and trigonometry. they would never sit to watch a student falling by. they'd be there for you. You never really have to ask them, because they always see through you. They are my ragpickers. But they know when to be the strictest... not for you to behave and fit through their molds, but for you to mold yourself into the best person you can ever be.

HIGH SCHOOL WAS THAT GOOD FOR ME. IT WILL ALWAYS BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GEMS IN MY TREASURE CHEST OF MEMORIES.

And God, I miss it too much at the moment.