The Known Universe by AMNH (via AMNHorg)
I want to always remember the way I felt when I watched this.
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Paul Hemminger
Activism is my rent for living on this planet.
Baby Laughing Hysterically at Ripping Paper (via BruBearBaby)
hahahaha, ohhhh gosh.. the simple things… :) smile today, you deserve it.
I want to work for DoSomething.Org Really Bad…
I believe they have a lot to offer this world, and I hope so much that I am able to assist them in their mission.
Youth Mobilization. I think everyone should be forced to Focus on the concept for like two hours every week.
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting throught the wind
Wanting to start again
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in
Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there’s still a chance for you
Cause there’s a spark in you
You just gotta ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
When the world falls at your feet, sometimes its hard to find your balance.
When you create your own world, you know right where to run, walk, swim, crawl. This world seems created for us, not by us, and maybe not even for us. Yet we exist, we fear, we live, we love, hurt, smell, spend, react, retract… and push forward without knowing it.
I had a day. It was good and bad, it was filled with memories that will need retrieving at some point. This day, a conjured up day, divided by the circling of the plant in one rotation, has given me much, and left me wanting much more.
Today, I contemplated, laughed, napped, read, wrote, attended a Christmas party, and thought about a love I have, Charlie….
I started reading Ecology of the Mind by Bateson, a journey through our progression or regression as a race. We are all a proliferation of ideas, and ideas and humans, create a co-existent Ecology, and that is the Ecology of the Mind. I read it this morning looking over the half frozen Lake Erie in Kinsel’s Vermillion Home.
I talked in-depth with Mrs. Stephens-Rich, and Kelsey Cullen… and many others. Tsubasa is now a great friend, and will always be in my head, in my repertoire of people that have shown me new worlds.
I now sit at exactly 4 in the morning, not tired. I struggle with perfection, balance, purpose, needs, wants, and what makes me feel “right”.
I love my friends and family. I am happy and grateful. good night Christmas tree, I’ll see you in the morning.
Love,
Paul
Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared. ~Buddha
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Right Now, Peru. I have a spiritual connection there.
Later, New Zealand.
And then, Many parts of Africa & South America.
Today,
I begin the journey of blogging. An online exploration of my head. What do I really want to say, display, collay, bobbay? (not words)
People flip through Facebook like you are a washed up piece of human, they don’t really care, they just want to be with you long enough to know if you are cool. What photos do you have? Who is writing on your wall? Which cookie do you like the best? Is that even a quote, Psssh.. I wish their was a DISLIKE button.
Here, exists a space of me. You come here because you… care? I don’t know.. I don’t know what brings you here. Probably nothing, there probably is no reason for this blog. I guess we will find out. Social experiments are ok. I actually, definitely, encourage them. All of them, well, not all. Most. Some. Depends who you are.
Take Care,
yame
