They've told you you aren't smart enough. You aren't tall enough. You aren't pretty enough. You aren't skinny enough. You aren't muscular enough. You aren't fast enough. You're not hot enough. You aren't original enough. You're not normal enough. You don't talk right. You don't wear the right clothes.(more) You don't sing well. You're too quiet. You're too loud. You just isn't good enough, and you should change it.
You aren't beholden to anyone. Don't listen to them try and convince you of these things.
A moment is a fleeting, transient thing; unquantifiable. There is no set number of moments in a second, an hour, a day, a lifetime.
Human beings love abstraction like the 'moment'. We love to see things that aren't really there, whether it's an imaginary and arbitrary length o(more)f time, a unseen hand guiding our every action, or an altered view of reality replete with denial and self-importance. That sword swings two ways, though.
With our minds as effervescent as they are, that means reality is what we make it, whether as an individual, a country, or a species. Nothing we are is set in stone. 100 years ago we couldn't fly. We couldn't talk to someone on the other side of the globe as if they were in the same room. We couldn't change the codification of liberating legislation in the blink of an eye and foist heretofore unknown freedom upon the previously disenfranchised.
In the end no moment is truly final, because a moment is what we say it is. (less)
I sat in a hammock in the northwoods of Wisconsin.
Music was flowing through my headphones, mingling with the smoke swirling around the campsite. My immediate area was pierced by brilliant sunbeams, streaming down through an emerald canopy of ash and oak.
It was summer, I w(more)as 16, and I'll never forget it. Although I made sure I forgot what the music was! (less)
We are constantly modifying our language, even to the point of insanity. How did 'raspberry' become "razberry"? Alas, I suppose it is a truly human endeavor to change the world around us, even if what we are changing was ours originally.
(more) In the end, though, the tartness and sweetness are just as poignant when taken with a 'z' as with an 'sp'.