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The foolish finchA finch made a nest with a bluejay. The two birds foraged for food together. One day, food was very scarce. While he was foraging, finch found an acorn. He also came across a robin. Finch knew that the acorn was the only food left. Whomever he gave the acorn to, whether it was bluejay or robin, the other bird would surely go hungry. Finch flew home with the acorn and gave it to bluejay.
Throughout the night, robin sang mournfully. Finch stood on a branch near the nest and sang back, hoping to cheer her up. Meanwhile, bluejay was trying to crack open the acorn so that they could eat. She could not crack the shell on her own, and she needed finch’s help. But finch was too busy singing to the starving robin.
The hungry bluejay had no choice but to fly away from the nest and search for food on her own. Finch, now alone, realized his folly. He couldn’t open the acorn by himself either. And bluejay had flown away. Finch wept in the nest that night, knowing that he had hurt his be
Conflict"What is the best way to win a conflict?" young one asked.
Old one thought about this for a moment. "It depends on the type of conflict. If you are engaging in a conflict over land or gold, then polish your sword and shield. Test the weight of the weapons the night before and sleep soundly."
Young one nodded attentively. Old one continued. “However, in matters of ideals or beliefs, it is best to prepare one’s mind before a conflict.”
Young one looked troubled at this. “But I have seen people bring their weapons with them, even when engaging in conflicts over ideals or beliefs.”
Old one snorted derisively. “That is foolish. Plus it just makes you look like a huge asshole.” Old one frowned. “To bring weapons to a conflict involving ideals or beliefs only proves that you have no true faith in your own convictions. Indeed, that you are fearful of your opponent’s views, that they might topple your own.”
Young one pondered this for
Sweat"Don't sweat the small stuff," old one said.
Young one looked up, frowning. "Never?" young one asked.
Old one took a deep breath and gazed out the window. "It is never good to sweat the small stuff." Old one's brow crinkled. "It just makes everyone else anxious. No, it never does anyone any good to sweat the small stuff."
Young one considered this for a few moments, and nodded. Young one then looked to old one again. "What about the big stuff? Is it ok to sweat the big stuff?"
Old one nodded sagely. "Yes. It is acceptable to sweat the big stuff. But.." old one trailed off, furrowing his brow in careful consideration, "when you do, try to sweat.. tactfully."
What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see an
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you a strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
Eyes wide open, seen but not heard, a sound in the sight before it once could be seen by others. There is lack of sense with logic, and the truth of opinions mean more than they should.
The pain within, is but a thousand knifes jabbing at my soul, my tattered, broken soul. Who is there to trust? Who is there to love? What is the point when nothing truly exists? You are not real, I am not real, we are not real, nothing is real.
At night, alone and cold, tears roll quickly, the jabbing becomes a gruesome mutilation of hopes, dreams, and sanity. Stop laughing, it's not so bad. There are many cheering for you, can you hear them outside?
"Go for it! Yeah! We're rooting for you!"
Please make them stop.
Who knows, maybe they aren't saying anything at all. But nonetheless, they have a point, everyone must die sometime.
I hate you
I love you
I hate to love you
I love to hate you
I worry for whoever makes the mistake of befriending me. The person within me, I have my doubts about, but who is to
do it.Suffering isn't always pain.
Sometimes its having to itch your finger,
when you wanna strike a match,
and watch it all just fucking burn.
Blue met NovocaineBlue was looking for his Novocaine. He didn’t think it would be possible to find her…but they met! She found him in a dark corner, and she made him come back to life!!! What’s funny is that Blue always liked her Novocaine!!! The REAL Novocaine exists, Novocaine is real! Blue and Novocaine ARE real! Novocaine is such a sweetheart, such a beautiful girl, with a huge heart and an amazing soul! Her sweetness and her love are a drug for Blue!!! She’s an addiction for him!!! If Blue’s an angel, as Novocaine says, then Novocaine’s a Goddess, as Blue says! Novocaine and Blue are two beautiful soul who now are one!!! U2 said “two hearts beat as one”, and they were right!!! Blue can feel the beating of Novocaine’s heart, because her heart is his heart!!! Novocaine is everything Blue has always been looking for: sweetness, romanticism and a beautiful soul! I think Blue and Novocaine are two dreamers. Their dream will come true!
In light of today, World Suicide Prevention DayFirst a disclaimer: I am not suicidal, nor have I ever been.
However, I know about depression, and how it can lead you to seeing but one way out of your suffering: death.
It's not that you reallywant to die: you just want the pain to stop at last.
My long-lasting brush with depression started when I was about 14. I got bullied for passing my exams after missing three months of school. In hindsight, it seems like such a ridiculous reason to bully someone to the point they're dead inside – but kids can and will be cruel if they feel insecure, jealous, or otherwise beaten by life.
I'm 33 now. I spent about 10 years getting back up that slope after 'but' one year of bullying – but boy did that class of 31 people not make me feel at home. Only a few of them were actual bullies; the rest just either didn't care, played along a little bit, or turned their backs to me. I was the easy target: introvert, creative, always quiet and in the back of the class, never learned to fig
My Best Friend"A friend is someone who can see the truth and pain in you even when you are fooling everyone else. "
The world is grey when I want to cry. It blurs and shifts as my eyes fill with tears. As the water builds up, it finally starts to flow down, down, down, hot waves on the searing sand of a beach. Lights flicker and distort as I wipe my tears away and try to think its alright. But it's not. Until you appear. You, a bright shining rainbow that spreads light and colour to every inch of my world. You might not know it, but you're the one that keeps me going. You're the one that is always there for me, even when I want to be alone. I love you for that. Thank you for sticking by me. I treasure the memories that we have made, and look forward to the future.
Ataque de estres/ansiedad Empiezo a sentir mareos, así que me voy tropezando por los pasillos buscando un cuarto vacío. Finalmente encuentro uno. Entró y cierro la puerta con llave para que nadie pueda entrar.
Mire la hora en mi celular. 2:34 am. Creo que fue una mala idea ir por una caminata, a estas horas nadie esta despierto.
Mi corazón se esta acelerando y mis manos tiemblan. Me siento en el piso y sostengo mi cabeza con las manos, tratando de relajarme. Mi respiración es anormal, y estoy sudando.
Ahora no es el momento.
Puedo sentir el hormigueo por todo mi cuerpo aumentar.
No, para, por favor.
Puedo escuchar mi corazón latir. Todo parece estar mas alto y mas callado al mismo tiempo.
Mi visión se pone borrosa, apareciendo y desapareciendo. Mire mis manos, las cuales están temblando incontrolablemente. Me siento aturdida.
Esto me ha pasado antes, bastantes veces en realidad. Cuando me siento sola o como una carga esto pasa. Es por eso que odio enfermarme,
gravityIt's not the first blow that hurts the most
It's the sharp pain that follows when your
ass hits the ground after falling and you
bite down helplessly on your tongue
As the momentum comes to a stop,
the spinning sensation reminds
you that the weight of your
weak body is a slave to
But the world will work, play,
sleep, and wake up again, so
you've got to stop laying there.
Do something with the pain.
Ignore it. Sell it. Give it away.
But get up.
But get up.
Join the rest of them again.
They'll be insulted if you're late.
For God's sake, don't be late.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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