I need some thoughts here: what will you do, given a second chance at that turning point in your life?
Month: June 2010
30 is the New 12
I lost count at thirty.
I don’t think it has anything to do with existential anxiety nor with a preoccupation with youthful beauty.
It just seems that time has halted into a standstill.
I now relish every friggin’ moment I have in this universe.
Yeah baby that’s a fact.
Lord Byron: When We Two Parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning Sank chill on my brow It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o’er me Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.
i first read this in sophomore high school and was emotionally struck by it that i was able to memorize it by heart (now that i think about it, i haven’t had anything remotely close to experiencing this at that time ). found it in the library (we had library period, then) and i still think this is one of the most moving poems ever written and that i have ever read.
Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning Sank chill on my brow It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o’er me Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well: Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell. In secret we met In silence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.
i first read this in sophomore high school and was emotionally struck by it that i was able to memorize it by heart (now that i think about it, i haven’t had anything remotely close to experiencing this at that time ). found it in the library (we had library period, then) and i still think this is one of the most moving poems ever written and that i have ever read.
Charity
It seems to me that charity isn’t as benevolent as it appears to be. This is probably why we sometimes doubt our own acts of helping other people because it always seem to end up with a selfish purpose. For example, we become generous of our time and efforts to help other people because we like doing it and we feel good about it. Doesn’t it sound self-gratifying?
What is even more surprising is that some people even offer their services in the hopes of being noticed by others that they are genuinely altruistic; secretly hoping they get the accolade for their philantropy. What shame!
Better to illuminate than merely to shine, to deliver to others contemplated truths than merely to contemplate. – St. Thomas of Aquinas
soliloquy 