Turning within to walk outward
Don’t mistake the crowd for the truth; failing to fit in does not mean you’re broken.
Your horizons might extend further than your neighbour’s, your colleague’s, your friend’s; trust in your own eyes, let others trust in theirs.
With deference to Hamlet, might I add: there is also nothing either right or wrong, but truth to one’s self makes it so.
Poetry and Short Stories by Megan Hambly
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms...”
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
(adj.) alive forever
Simply a former Mormon discovering the wonders of the universe
Political Skeptics
Caring About Our World Reflecting About Life
Running it down, one thought at a time.
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints...
Words only the wise would dare to understand!
BTW welcome back Matthew! It’s been a while…hope 2109 is treating you well.
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Hello Lalitha. Thank you. I spent the past weeks revisiting the game of life, did not feel right, and have retreated back underground.
Look to catching up with you and some other blogs as well!
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Oh! Hope the underground understands you better! And do take care dear! Looking forward to more of you soon!
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Where is your new blog? I can’t find it!
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Which one?
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One named case of the soul print got trashed accidentally..
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apeepintomytraveldiary
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Oh! It’s peepintomymemorypalace.wordpress.com. Changed the name a while ago.
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How you characterize ‘the crowd’ is your own, no doubt, and unique construction. The coils of belonging have already entwined your soul, as the baby is reliant on its tribe; you are a part of that crowd as seen by all others. The crowd is amorphous, bright and boiling and giving off heat, as the face of the sun is in no part of its being eternally fixed. Oh, god, where would one be without the crowd! And amazingly, each person is so arranged and constructed as to be a defin/ ed piece having a separation zone, that event horizon, from the crowd, our individuality and aloneness, and across that electric zone we each give of ourselves for the lives of others and each takes the required food of life only others can provide. Small pieces, well and active and forward-looking, constitute the dynamism and vigor of the crowd.
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This is so important. Belonging versus fitting in. I just read Brene Brown’s book “Braving the Wilderness” which she goes into this in great detail, about factions we’ve joined to fit in with our ideals, but that what we really need is true belonging, where we can be ourselves, have our own opinions (instead of being told what to believe) and then do our own thing. I fully recommend it!
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