Experience. Learn. Act
I would just like to say that the study of Literature over the last semester has opened so many doors for me.
I feel as if I'm looking at everything in a different way. My thoughts... ramblings, etc....they all get thrown whole heartedly at this page in an attempt to express, evoke and release. I've developed my own poetic style quite different to the ways in which I used to write and I have to say Live Journal has aided my creativity greatly and given me a push to keep writing. Literature lectures themselves have given me this push. They've inspired me to do what I love.
In this semester which we now leave, I have rambled various thoughts. Scrolling through my entries I see how much change can occur in ones own life in such a short amount of time.
Rather than becoming stuck in these stages, one moves through and constantly changes and yes, grows. We learn, feel and act from experiences. We push through the hard times only to find something extraordinary and unexpected waiting ahead of us. All of our experiences make us who we are as human beings. Capable of feeling so much more than any other creature...or perhaps not more, however more able to delve into the emotions which we experience. The human eye can read so far into the simplest things. However, only a true artist can appreciate them.
Each triumph, each heartache, each state of utter confusion and turmoil, every happiness we know, shapes us... makes us who we are... creates us.
So to all of you who have had a part in my life in some way or another, minute or large... thank you. All who have loved me, who have supported me, made me laugh... all who have hated me, neglected me, made me cry. I say thanks.
Don't get stuck... it's far too hard to retrieve yourself. Experience. Learn. Act.
One last thought which I have pondered on for as long as I can remember...
...... when someone asks you who you are, how will you answer? One never stops growing, changing... My answer is this:
"I cannot possibly tell you who I am, for I myself do not quite know. For now I am comprised of many people, of many experiences and many thoughts. Tomorrow I will be comprised of several more...and so on and so forth. So until the day I die, who I am is a mystery, a continual experience in itself. Until I have experienced everything my time will allow me, I cannot express to you who I am. Once this day comes, I still cannot tell you, for I will no longer be. In order to know who I am, you must not be told... you need only to open your eyes. So essentially, whoever I may be, until death you shall not see."
I feel as if I'm looking at everything in a different way. My thoughts... ramblings, etc....they all get thrown whole heartedly at this page in an attempt to express, evoke and release. I've developed my own poetic style quite different to the ways in which I used to write and I have to say Live Journal has aided my creativity greatly and given me a push to keep writing. Literature lectures themselves have given me this push. They've inspired me to do what I love.
In this semester which we now leave, I have rambled various thoughts. Scrolling through my entries I see how much change can occur in ones own life in such a short amount of time.
Rather than becoming stuck in these stages, one moves through and constantly changes and yes, grows. We learn, feel and act from experiences. We push through the hard times only to find something extraordinary and unexpected waiting ahead of us. All of our experiences make us who we are as human beings. Capable of feeling so much more than any other creature...or perhaps not more, however more able to delve into the emotions which we experience. The human eye can read so far into the simplest things. However, only a true artist can appreciate them.
Each triumph, each heartache, each state of utter confusion and turmoil, every happiness we know, shapes us... makes us who we are... creates us.
So to all of you who have had a part in my life in some way or another, minute or large... thank you. All who have loved me, who have supported me, made me laugh... all who have hated me, neglected me, made me cry. I say thanks.
Don't get stuck... it's far too hard to retrieve yourself. Experience. Learn. Act.
One last thought which I have pondered on for as long as I can remember...
...... when someone asks you who you are, how will you answer? One never stops growing, changing... My answer is this:
"I cannot possibly tell you who I am, for I myself do not quite know. For now I am comprised of many people, of many experiences and many thoughts. Tomorrow I will be comprised of several more...and so on and so forth. So until the day I die, who I am is a mystery, a continual experience in itself. Until I have experienced everything my time will allow me, I cannot express to you who I am. Once this day comes, I still cannot tell you, for I will no longer be. In order to know who I am, you must not be told... you need only to open your eyes. So essentially, whoever I may be, until death you shall not see."