"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." -Confucius
On the night before school started, I laid in my bed,wondering whether stepping into the high school would be different from any other time I have passed through the thresholds of our school, if would have some relevance or significance. I have to say for me, it held some subtle significance, but then again doesn't every step mean something? Are we not coming closer with each step to the class that we need to graduate or to the refrigerator that holds the food we need to survive? I guess I take the ability to walk for granted at times. After all, I have been walking for a quite while. I think the value of the step has become deflated a bit. We step and breath without really thinking about it mostly because it's necessary to live.
I don't know why, but I always try to write about something relevant. I don't know, I read some of my old posts, I think I have written some significant posts. I don't really speak out what I think about things. I think with my mouth shut, as others think with their mouths open. I am really a stereotypical Scorpio. I don't really show things on the surface, I'm more like an ocean, you have to explore the depths of my thoughts and feelings. Anyways, before I started blogging, I read a lot of other people's blogs, and I was intrigued, to say the least. I mean I read several blogs a day, and went back the archives and read all of the posts. So I have to give it up to my fellow bloggers. You guys kick ass. I have read a lot of blogs and usually they all ponder once what they should be writing (or typing, really) about. I don't think there is a real definition to it. Everyone has their own level of thinking. The thing I love about reading people's blogs is you get to learn how your friends or classmates around think and perceive the world. Kudos, fellow bloggers.
Friends, ah, friends are another necessity in life, really. Where would we be if we didn't have any friends? We all might be going off to different colleges and universities at the end of this school year and may not see each other for a while, but we still have the memories of all our times together. That's the beauty of memories, once you have them, there are yours. No one can take that away from you, unless you forget then you're screwed.
Finally, a closing thought for you, finish this sentence however you want: Hypocrisy is _____.
On the night before school started, I laid in my bed,wondering whether stepping into the high school would be different from any other time I have passed through the thresholds of our school, if would have some relevance or significance. I have to say for me, it held some subtle significance, but then again doesn't every step mean something? Are we not coming closer with each step to the class that we need to graduate or to the refrigerator that holds the food we need to survive? I guess I take the ability to walk for granted at times. After all, I have been walking for a quite while. I think the value of the step has become deflated a bit. We step and breath without really thinking about it mostly because it's necessary to live.
I don't know why, but I always try to write about something relevant. I don't know, I read some of my old posts, I think I have written some significant posts. I don't really speak out what I think about things. I think with my mouth shut, as others think with their mouths open. I am really a stereotypical Scorpio. I don't really show things on the surface, I'm more like an ocean, you have to explore the depths of my thoughts and feelings. Anyways, before I started blogging, I read a lot of other people's blogs, and I was intrigued, to say the least. I mean I read several blogs a day, and went back the archives and read all of the posts. So I have to give it up to my fellow bloggers. You guys kick ass. I have read a lot of blogs and usually they all ponder once what they should be writing (or typing, really) about. I don't think there is a real definition to it. Everyone has their own level of thinking. The thing I love about reading people's blogs is you get to learn how your friends or classmates around think and perceive the world. Kudos, fellow bloggers.
Friends, ah, friends are another necessity in life, really. Where would we be if we didn't have any friends? We all might be going off to different colleges and universities at the end of this school year and may not see each other for a while, but we still have the memories of all our times together. That's the beauty of memories, once you have them, there are yours. No one can take that away from you, unless you forget then you're screwed.
Finally, a closing thought for you, finish this sentence however you want: Hypocrisy is _____.
posted by Sam | 10:32 PM
5 Comments:
hypocrisy is eventual.
hypocrisy is inevitable.
show me a person who has had the same EXACT beliefs, thoughts, feelings, etc. their whole life, and i will show you a person that has not grown and prolly refuses to.
--you used my line, you little thief. :)
oh! and i also have thought about the idea of how easily we walk and breathe. walking is so weird if you think about it. we have to learn to walk at one point, but eventually a part of the brain (i want to say hypothalamus, but i'm prolly wrong) takes over, and all of sudden, the part of our mind that is conscious of our thought isn't thinking about walking. it's kinda like the whole bird flying thing i left in that note. i don't think that because it (walking) coming effortlessly now does it become diminished in importance. that's like saying for every time you use a letter without pausing in reverence, it diminishes the value of it and its usefulness.
Hypocracy is proof we aren't perfect.
And Molly, the hypothalamus is the muscle in your brain that controls your body temperature. We just learned that...I think...haha.
Kudos to you, Sam. I love reading your thoughtful blog.
-Brittan
Hypocrisy is ysircopyh backwards, ha! Umm, I'm not very intelligent.
well, don't i feel silly?
i guess you shouldn't try to be intellectual when you haven't slept in a couple days.
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