I've been thinking on this a long while now, but I've finally decided—I'm going to start talking to you all more. There really aren't that many followers right now, but I have come to the thought that it would be a good idea to have something I do at least three times a week—if not daily—for awhile. This, of course, means that my posts will be shorter, and won't always contain much wisdom from me, but I will post.
I want to give "A Little Lonely Wisdom" a makeover. It will no longer be quite as dark, and the backgrounds and theme will change. Sometimes it will be dark, and sometimes it will be light, but it will always be pretty, beautiful, and reflect my soul at that particular moment. SO, what's going to be the new purpose of ALLW? We will be learning together. As I go through this life I will teach you what I learn about myself, and what I learn about the world. Hopefully you will all learn something, and hopefully I will learn something about myself during the process. I fully expect to, anyway.
The purpose of this blog will now be to take somebody from being someone who is "A Little Lonely," to someone who is "A Little Hopeful," "A Little Bit More Wise," and, most importantly, "A Little Bit Less Lonely," and "A Little Bit More Lovely, Loving, and Wonderful." Hopefully, it will turn yourself, and myself, into someone who is "A Little Bit More Purposeful."
This post is to celebrate the beginning of a full soul's transformation into something beautiful, wise, gentle, loving, and no longer scared of the world. Please, celebrate with me the beginning of the journey into becoming a strong, humble, unconditionally loved, and loving woman. Follow me while I try to become a lovely person, and a lovely soul, for I will need all of your help.
From this point forward, for at least a year, I will try to chronicle my life in one way or another daily. I'll sometimes give you a picture, and maybe share some wisdom. I'll also share the wisdom of other people, and my own. At the worst of it, I will try to post at least once a week. I'll share long and short stories, so stay tuned.
Anyway, to see what this becomes, please follow me on my journey—it will bring good times, wonderful times, horrible times, and bad times, but we will all try to go on living our lives.
This Has Been Some Hope From Someone,
A Little Lonely
I couldn't find the author of this quote, this time, but here it be, my darlings:
"We pay for wisdom with our youth." I'm here to tell you that we will learn to be wise, and save the world, while we are still young and people are willing to listen. With that said, we will make people listen, always, because the world needs to have a voice.
It's my turn now, world. This is my voice. It is loud, it is strong, let it speak for you, and all of the world.
Everyone must learn to speak for themselves—I will but only help.
Showing posts with label Learning From Others. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Learning From Others. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Making the Same Mistakes
I haven't had any good quotes come out of life, lately. Well, that's not true. Oprah spoke some serious wisdom yesterday on her show's finale, but I can't seem to find it anywhere on the internet, nor do I remember completely what she said. I wanted so greatly to post a quote for you today, because they're important to me, and that's how I learn. That's how I've experienced so many things in my life—through reading and living through the mistakes of others. I've never been much for going through an avoidable Hell. If I can learn through your mistakes I will. Somebody already did it once, I'm sure God would just be bored with the lesson if I showed him how to do it again.
This has, however, driven an obsession in me. I like to observe people. I love to listen to people and discover what they've done to themselves. I like to think on it and come up with ways they could've avoided their pain or how they could fix it now that they've already done themselves in. I like to advise. It's a little bit of a twisted thing that's developed in me over time. I'm a bit of a Mad Hatter, always wanting to tell people what to do with their situations despite never having experienced the issues myself.
I've always been good at third partying things. I can look at a set of people, listen to them rant at each other for a little while, and understand exactly where they went wrong. I can't necessarily tell them how to fix it, but I am forever telling myself in the back of my mind: "if that were me. I would've done it better."
"If that were me, I most definitely wouldn't have screwed up the way they did."
But here I am. All high and mighty. Talking like I've never had any mistakes or bad decisions in my own life. That's bloody well not true, I can tell you that. If you read my last post, you'd know that. And let me tell you: if you think you can cheat the devil in a way that nobody else in 2,000 years of intelligent human existence has, then you're just fucking wrong.
I'm speaking from an interesting point in my life. I'm brilliant, but an idiot.
The only people in the world who understand that I have eccentricities are my cat, the wall, and this computer screen that I talk to. I'm a weird mind. I understand that I'm different, but the only thing that makes me different is that I realize I'm no different than anybody else out there. Doesn't mean that I have to be happy about it, now does it?
My generation and my world shames me. I don't want to be apart of it, but neither am I willing to kill myself. I get too much of a thrill out of watching everybody in their daily lives doing stupid things and making stupid mistakes and then finding ways not to repeat those mistakes.
Amongst all this pomp and circumstance there is a little light in all of this self-glorification. Like Anne Frank, "I still Believe in the good within humanity."
Every time I see a couple in love: my heart smiles. When I hear a carefree child's laugh: my heart smiles. When I see two elderly people still in love: my heart weeps for joy. Because when you see something like that, it gives the soul something to live for in this world of endless mistakes, sorrow, half-empty glasses, and tear-stained shoulders.
There's not much evil in this world that phases me anymore, but every now and then I see something that makes my heart shudder painfully—A person making the same mistakes I have.
And here we've come full-circle. I began by telling you I like to let others make my own mistakes for me, but (as I mentioned before) everybody makes mistakes, and I am not exempt.
Today I noticed that a friend of mine had fallen in love with a boy almost 700 miles away from her. She told him (as I'd told my last boyfriend) "It's only 700 miles, though."
Honey. When you're in love...700 miles is farther than you think. When all you want is to be in their arms...if somebody can't promise to move after a year or so...it will end very badly. I promise you that. And I promise that to any girl who ever reads this (or any boy, for that matter).
I've been there. It ain't good. If somebody ain't gonna fight for somebody and go see somebody in the beginning of a long distance relationship, and if neither of the parties has the money to move...it will not end well. It will heal your heart for a time to know that somebody out there somewhere loves you more than the world, but it will eventually break you if you can't materialize it and make them yours in person, and for always.
Don't make the same mistakes over and over again.
Whether it's with a boy, or with a job, or with not overcoming a phobia, or hiding from the world. Eventually your mountain of mistakes will collapse under your feet, and your castle built on a foundation of clouds will crumble.
No matter what you do. I promise that—if you build your castle on a foundation of clouds—if you do not quickly make a foundation of stone, you will never succeed.
So, through telling you that I learn through the mistakes of others, I want to tell you: learn from my mistakes honey—because I'm somebody other than you. Please learn from my mistakes and keep yourself from a broken heart. Everybody who's read this. I hope you learn from my mistakes. It's kept me from as much heartbreak as it will keep you.
This has been,
~A Little Lonely Wisdom
Two quotes by the amazing Freidrich Nietzsche to end this post for today:
"Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not." AND "I have done that," says my memory. "I cannot have done that," —says my pride, and remains adamant. At last—memory yields."
Once the blindness yields, don't allow yourself to be put into a position where you will be denying memory.
This has, however, driven an obsession in me. I like to observe people. I love to listen to people and discover what they've done to themselves. I like to think on it and come up with ways they could've avoided their pain or how they could fix it now that they've already done themselves in. I like to advise. It's a little bit of a twisted thing that's developed in me over time. I'm a bit of a Mad Hatter, always wanting to tell people what to do with their situations despite never having experienced the issues myself.
I've always been good at third partying things. I can look at a set of people, listen to them rant at each other for a little while, and understand exactly where they went wrong. I can't necessarily tell them how to fix it, but I am forever telling myself in the back of my mind: "if that were me. I would've done it better."
"If that were me, I most definitely wouldn't have screwed up the way they did."
But here I am. All high and mighty. Talking like I've never had any mistakes or bad decisions in my own life. That's bloody well not true, I can tell you that. If you read my last post, you'd know that. And let me tell you: if you think you can cheat the devil in a way that nobody else in 2,000 years of intelligent human existence has, then you're just fucking wrong.
I'm speaking from an interesting point in my life. I'm brilliant, but an idiot.
The only people in the world who understand that I have eccentricities are my cat, the wall, and this computer screen that I talk to. I'm a weird mind. I understand that I'm different, but the only thing that makes me different is that I realize I'm no different than anybody else out there. Doesn't mean that I have to be happy about it, now does it?
My generation and my world shames me. I don't want to be apart of it, but neither am I willing to kill myself. I get too much of a thrill out of watching everybody in their daily lives doing stupid things and making stupid mistakes and then finding ways not to repeat those mistakes.
Amongst all this pomp and circumstance there is a little light in all of this self-glorification. Like Anne Frank, "I still Believe in the good within humanity."
Every time I see a couple in love: my heart smiles. When I hear a carefree child's laugh: my heart smiles. When I see two elderly people still in love: my heart weeps for joy. Because when you see something like that, it gives the soul something to live for in this world of endless mistakes, sorrow, half-empty glasses, and tear-stained shoulders.
There's not much evil in this world that phases me anymore, but every now and then I see something that makes my heart shudder painfully—A person making the same mistakes I have.
And here we've come full-circle. I began by telling you I like to let others make my own mistakes for me, but (as I mentioned before) everybody makes mistakes, and I am not exempt.
Today I noticed that a friend of mine had fallen in love with a boy almost 700 miles away from her. She told him (as I'd told my last boyfriend) "It's only 700 miles, though."
Honey. When you're in love...700 miles is farther than you think. When all you want is to be in their arms...if somebody can't promise to move after a year or so...it will end very badly. I promise you that. And I promise that to any girl who ever reads this (or any boy, for that matter).
I've been there. It ain't good. If somebody ain't gonna fight for somebody and go see somebody in the beginning of a long distance relationship, and if neither of the parties has the money to move...it will not end well. It will heal your heart for a time to know that somebody out there somewhere loves you more than the world, but it will eventually break you if you can't materialize it and make them yours in person, and for always.
Don't make the same mistakes over and over again.
Whether it's with a boy, or with a job, or with not overcoming a phobia, or hiding from the world. Eventually your mountain of mistakes will collapse under your feet, and your castle built on a foundation of clouds will crumble.
No matter what you do. I promise that—if you build your castle on a foundation of clouds—if you do not quickly make a foundation of stone, you will never succeed.
So, through telling you that I learn through the mistakes of others, I want to tell you: learn from my mistakes honey—because I'm somebody other than you. Please learn from my mistakes and keep yourself from a broken heart. Everybody who's read this. I hope you learn from my mistakes. It's kept me from as much heartbreak as it will keep you.
This has been,
~A Little Lonely Wisdom
Two quotes by the amazing Freidrich Nietzsche to end this post for today:
"Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not." AND "I have done that," says my memory. "I cannot have done that," —says my pride, and remains adamant. At last—memory yields."
Once the blindness yields, don't allow yourself to be put into a position where you will be denying memory.
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