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"To the young mind, every thing is individual, stands by itself. By and by, it finds how to join two things and see them in one nature; then three, then three thousand; and so, tyrannized over by its own unifying instinct, it goes on tying things together, diminishing anomalies, discovering roots running underground whereby contrary and remote things cohere and flower out from one stem."
"Drudgery, calamity, exasperation, want, are instructors in eloquence and wisdom."
[emerson, the american scholar]
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24 officially. i spent most of my birthday reading emerson. when my roommates go to sleep, i'll watch derrida. i like when the world is asleep. like when i walk home from work at 5 am and the streets are silent and orange.
i'm retraining myself to read. there's creative reading, just like there's creative writing. reading that pushes the ideas already in your head, that most likely will push you to write beyond what you read, that continues the dialogue that's begun between you and the text.
the weekend was fun. if you want to try a fun drink, try champagne and red bull. my manager made it up at work. i stuck to that all saturday night. very sweet, with an apple-like after taste.
a conversation i had sunday night is making me really consider what's important to me. i have my personal, somewhat selfish endeavors. i want to travel and expose myself to the world i haven't seen. i want to write. money's not a huge factor in terms of me and my individual life. but what i want more than anything is for my parents to own a home, to not work as hard as they have been. i know there are opportunities out there to make money quickly. but most of these opportunities plant me in one place for a long period of time, kills my wanderlust.
today i imagined the future and what would be going through my head after the death of my mother. i imagined her dying a woman that had no time for rest because she was constantly working. she's already been sick once. i have to remember what's really important.
i'm 24 but am only now beginning to feel 23.
"Drudgery, calamity, exasperation, want, are instructors in eloquence and wisdom."
[emerson, the american scholar]
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24 officially. i spent most of my birthday reading emerson. when my roommates go to sleep, i'll watch derrida. i like when the world is asleep. like when i walk home from work at 5 am and the streets are silent and orange.
i'm retraining myself to read. there's creative reading, just like there's creative writing. reading that pushes the ideas already in your head, that most likely will push you to write beyond what you read, that continues the dialogue that's begun between you and the text.
the weekend was fun. if you want to try a fun drink, try champagne and red bull. my manager made it up at work. i stuck to that all saturday night. very sweet, with an apple-like after taste.
a conversation i had sunday night is making me really consider what's important to me. i have my personal, somewhat selfish endeavors. i want to travel and expose myself to the world i haven't seen. i want to write. money's not a huge factor in terms of me and my individual life. but what i want more than anything is for my parents to own a home, to not work as hard as they have been. i know there are opportunities out there to make money quickly. but most of these opportunities plant me in one place for a long period of time, kills my wanderlust.
today i imagined the future and what would be going through my head after the death of my mother. i imagined her dying a woman that had no time for rest because she was constantly working. she's already been sick once. i have to remember what's really important.
i'm 24 but am only now beginning to feel 23.